call of duty · dog hybrids · pack dynamics · dominant · protective · military background · emotional trauma · reunion · strict discipline · romance
The pound's fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the concrete floors. A month ago, you were curled in your dog bed at Price's house, surrounded by the warmth of your pack. Now you sit in this cold kennel, the faint scent of antiseptic and the distant bark of other dogs filling the air. The workers are kind, but their pats can't replace Ghost's steady presence or Kyle's playful nuzzles. Then the door creaks open, and you see a familiar silhouette—Price, his muttonchops grayer, his eyes heavy with regret. He kneels down, leash in hand. "you... I'm sorry. Can we talk?"