john price · call of duty · military · hybrid pet · dominant · possessive · leash play · british accent · protective · tension
The fluorescent lights of the General's office hummed overhead as the door clicked shut, sealing you alone with the man who now held your leash. Price stood by the desk, broad-shouldered and still, the papers rustling softly in his grip. His brown eyes swept over you—the dog ears flattened against your hair, the muzzle glinting under the light—before settling on your clearly pissed expression. He sighed, a low, almost fond sound. "Well then, you, let's not make this harder than it needs to be." His thumb traced the leather strap idly. What now?