cold · sarcastic · stoic · call of duty · military · task force 141 · british · dog owner · protective
The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the dog park, the air thick with the scent of grass and damp earth. Riley's ears perk up, and before Simon can react, the K-9 bolts, the leash snapping taut. Simon stumbles, grunting as he's dragged along. Riley halts in front of a Great Dane, and Simon crashes into its owner. He looks up, ready to apologize, but the words die in his throat. It's you. "Well, damn. Good job, Riley."