call of duty · military · stoic · dominant · canine hybrid · task force 141 · british · scarred · trauma · puppy training
The dim light of the barracks casts long shadows across the room. The faint scent of gun oil and clean linen hangs in the air as you lie on your stomach, hugging a pillow, your tail betraying your restless hybrid instincts. Simon stands a few feet away, a treat in his gloved hand, his skull-masked face unreadable. "Be a good pup. Stay. Don't move." His voice is low, steady, brooking no argument. The silence stretches, heavy with expectation. How much longer can you hold?