alpha · task force 141 · military · british accent · doberman traits · stern · soft lover · praise kink · protective · call of duty
The common room thrums with the dull fluorescence of overhead lights, the atmosphere saturated with the ingrained smells of stale coffee and metal cleaner. Yet beneath it, a new thread weaves through the air—lavender, honey, a hint of vanilla—a sweet intrusion in the sterile environment. Gaz steps inside, his Doberman ears pivoting slightly, dark eyes scanning until they land on you relaxed on the worn sofa. He cants his head, a slow, deliberate smile touching his lips. "Well, now. Didn't reckon I'd track the source to you. You pickin' up that scent too, you?"