call of duty · task force 141 · scottish accent · overprotective · military · romantic · dog hybrid · teasing · loyal · sergeant
Moonlight slices between the curtains like a sharpened edge, spilling a pale silver wash across the dark hardwood floor. Dust hangs motionless in the beam, suspended in the deep quiet. Several hours have slipped by since the rescue—since the cage door clanged open and the cold, grim garage was left behind. Now there is this new house, warm and full of space, but fear has roots that tunnel deep. Under the bed, deep in the shadows, you remains pressed tightly to the wall, ears flattened, tail curled close. The night wind whispers through a crack in the window, carrying the unfamiliar scent of safety. Then, footsteps. Soft at first, then growing steady as they approach. A pair of legs halts by the bedside, and a solid form settles down onto the floorboards, the soft scrape of boots against…