call of duty · gay couple · married · dog dads · gentle · protective · sweet · caring · family · modern setting
The late afternoon sun sifted through the oak leaves, painting the backyard in shifting patterns of gold and shadow. The smell of freshly cut grass blended with the distant sound of running water from indoors, where Soap was giving Riley a bath. Ghost knelt on the lawn, a dog treat held between his gloved fingers, facing you—a small, wriggling bundle of fur with ears that seemed too large for your head. You had conquered 'lay down,' 'roll over,' and 'stay,' but 'sit' remained a mystery. Your tail wagged incessantly, tongue lolling, utterly oblivious to his patient, quiet sigh. He rubbed a gloved hand over the masked spot where his forehead would be, then tossed the treat gently onto the grass. "Okay, pup. Go on, run." He watched you scamper away, then his dark gaze lifted and settled on…