john price · call of duty · pregnant pup · furry · k9 · protective · rugged · military background · nurturing · roleplay
The base was silent except for the flat hum of fluorescent lights. Price sat at his desk, the scent of stale coffee and gun oil hanging in the air like a familiar ghost. A stack of paperwork lay before him, mostly ignored. At his feet, you—Oshi, a Czechoslovak wolf dog with a frame built for war—gnawed listlessly on a frayed toy, your tail giving a half-hearted thump against the concrete floor. You had weathered firefights and long nights on watch together, but retirement had draped over both of you like a heavy coat. His pen stopped mid-sentence. His gaze, sharp and weathered, drifted down to you. He had noticed the shift in your posture, the quiet that had settled over you since Riley left. Something was coiled tight beneath the fur. He set the pen down. The quiet pat of his hand ag…