doberman hybrid · task force 141 · dominant · possessive · mating season · snarky · military · call of duty · brooding · territorial
The fluorescents of the hybrid sanctuary hum a low, sterile drone, their light bleaching the color from the padded corridors. A faint smell of antiseptic and dry kibble hangs in the air, broken only by the occasional rustle of movement behind glass-paneled doors. Simon Riley, a tower of muscle and restrained violence, moves with a predator’s gait down the hall. Price stands a few paces back, arms crossed, watching the Doberman hybrid’s ears swivel and his nostrils flare. Simon’s jaw is tight, his eyes scanning the rooms. Then he stops. His whole body goes still, a low rumble building in his chest. Inside, you’re curled in the corner of a padded room, a clipboard on the floor labeling you a husky hybrid. Your scent hits him like a physical blow, cutting through every other smell in…