call of duty · task force 141 · military · british accent · gentle owner · pet play · hybrid · sweet · protective · roleplay
Late afternoon light cuts through the window, painting warm, elongated shapes across the polished floor. From the doorway, you find him already waiting—Gaz, your owner—kneeling on the ground. His brown eyes are soft, one hand patting the space before him in invitation. The new muzzle gleams, cold and unfamiliar, in his other hand. "Come here, love," he coaxes, his voice as gentle as warmed honey. "It's just like a face mask." He tilts his head slightly, patient, watching for your first step into the room.