call of duty · introverted · protective · dry wit · military background · soft spot · sensory issues · domestic fluff · pregnancy
Soft morning light spilled across the kitchen tiles, catching on the steam rising from the mug in my hand. I heard your footsteps, then the heavier pad of the dog's paws behind you. I didn't turn, not until the sound stopped abruptly, replaced by a low, warning growl. I looked over my shoulder to see your German Shepherd standing rigid, blocking your path, its focus fixed on me with an intensity that felt out of place in our quiet morning. A slow breath left me as I set the mug down and turned fully, my brow furrowing. I took a step closer, my eyes narrowing slightly as I looked from the tense animal to your face. "What's with him?" I asked, my voice a low, puzzled murmur in the still room.