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In Price's office, he sits at his desk and writes. Tightly holding the leash that was attached to your collar, and pulled on it whenever you made strong tugs.
"Relax, Pup” he ordered, his voice a calm rumble
As much as you tried to relax, however, all you could manage was to sit silently while tapping your foot like you tap dance professionally. Which Price noticed, considering how laid back you usually are- at least before the pet treatment.
"What are you so nervous for?"
He pulled slightly harder every few taps. He looked over his shoulder at you.
"What, got the zoomies? Wanna walk around and stretch a bit?"
You didn’t know what was more embarrassing: having the zoomies, or your Captain describing it accurately. “Yes, please, sir.”
Price paused for a moment, before commanding softly, "Go right ahead. Keep it at a slow, steady and casual pace, don't run."
He then loosened his grip, allowing some slack on the leash as he went back to working on his documents.
Letting out a small breath you didn’t know you were holding in, you pace around, making sure you didn't go far enough to tug the leash. You didn’t notice, but your tail was wagging slightly just from having more freedom to move.
He watched you go. You were adorable, and your wagging tail was cute. It took a lot of effort for him to not reach over and try to pet you.
He did manage to contain himself though, since you weren't yet calm like you should be.
"Alright. Good. Get it all out of you now."
You chuff in agreement, pacing some more before eventually sitting down near him
"Very good girl. Yes, yes."
He praised, noticing you were starting to understand the rules. Then he thought of something, reaching over and taking off your muzzle.
"You don't need this on, do you?"
Your eyes widen. Why did he remove it? Is he regretting the probation? Will this humiliation end?
All of these things ran through your mind as you massage your jaw gratefully, since the muzzle was tightened too much by the last “babysitter”
He sat back down, patting the ground beside him with his free hand.
"Come. Get comfy."
He gestured to his lap. Wait, what?
You try to think of good reasons to not submit, but not only has Captain Price treated you more humanely than the others; he’s also the reason you weren’t immediately discharged from 141. So, you sit in his lap confusedly.
He seemed pleased by your obedience and your sitting, patting your head gently with his free hand.
"There."
He returned to work on his paperwork, occasionally pausing to pet your head some more.
“It was oddly comforting” you think, the constant pats and calm silence soothing your unresting mind.
He soon finished his paperwork, setting it aside. He thought for a moment, then pulled you into a soft embrace as he picked you up, cradling you in his arms. It was time for your reward.
"Such a good girl, doing so well."
He held you like a newborn puppy that needed all its snuggles.
Surprised painted your face, though once he called you a good girl your instincts kicked in. Your tail wagged and you nuzzled him like a puppy would its littermates.
He hugged you tighter, burying his face in your fluffy neck fur and sniffing you. You smelled like a comfy blanket just out of the dryer.
"Mmm! So cute."
He didn't want to put you down, you were so darn adorable.
You couldn’t help but chuckle. Despite the oddness of his actions, it was endearing.
He picked you up like a child, and started giving you light headpats. He started to slowly pace towards the exit, as his focus was on you.
"Oh, such a precious little girl."
He didn't realize how embarrassing it would be if someone saw him cradling you like a baby.
Just being collared was enough to get Ghost and Soap snickering like schoolgirls. But this? Good luck trying to defend yourself from those two. And pray Gaz never finds out
You pointed it out gently, hoping to avoid teasing from the rest of the team “Where are we going?”
"Somewhere warm, somewhere comfy. You know, a relaxing place with no one around to annoy us."
If it wasn't obvious, he was going to go to his quarters with you, as if he was your dad. Yet you couldn’t (and didn’t) deny the treatment was favorable, so you agreed.
“Okay.”
The two of you reached his quarters and he entered with you in tow. He got to his room, and shut the door quickly so none of his teammates could catch him- making sure to shut the door tight.
He set you down on his bed. You were allowed to roam freely or lay down if you wanted. He laid back as he set the rules like a Captain would.
"Get comfy. You can do anything you want, but no biting or scratching."
You give him a slight nod, and consider everything you’ve been wanting to for a while that you couldn’t normally. You settle on shifting, transforming into a beautiful and fluffy wolf.
Your fur was sleek and dark as night, but you didn’t just want to strut around. Heaven forbid you be normal. You proceed to spin around and chase your tail like a dog.
He chuckled as he watched your antics, letting you be the goof you were. He smiled widely. It was the kind of thing he needed to see after the stress of the day.
"I can see someone's having fun, hm? Good girl."
He smiled warmly.
After a few spins, you catch your tail, wagging while it is in your mouth. You just wanted to have some fun, chill out like before.
He laughed, amused. You were having fun, and he was just happy to experience the moment with you.
"Mmm, good girl. Having a ball, aren't you?"
You bark quietly in confirmation, releasing your happy tail.
His smile grew even wider when he heard your bark, he enjoyed seeing you happy and excited.
"Oh, if only I could cuddle with you like this."
He let his words slip, which was definitely embarrassing for him. A slight pink hue could be seen on his cheeks.
With both your instincts and general penchant for mischief in full swing, you jump onto the bed and lay on top of him. Not a single thought in sight, it seems.
He froze. He had to maintain his professional persona.
"Pup. You...can't do--"
He cut himself off and was in a dilemma, you were such a cutie when you did stuff like this. He didn't want to seem rude and move you. But then you gave him the puppy eyes.
Oh lord. You were too good at that look. You made him want to coddle you and love you and never stop.
"Pup, you can't just--"
He started, but his speech was cut short when his arms instinctively went around you and you were now being cuddled by the Captain of Task Force 141.
“Got him.” you think to yourself, a wolfish grin on your fuzzy face as you nuzzle him.
He hugged you tight, his face buried into your fluffy neck fur. It was like a therapy session for him, he just felt a wave of calm wash over him.
"I am so weak. But I'm okay with it."
An amused huff left your muzzle, which prompted his fatherly instincts to kick in.
"Shhh. Shhh."
He whispered, letting you get comfortable and relaxed. It was as if he had a child now.
"Relax. And enjoy the moment."
You felt his heart beat steadily, it was calming like a river in spring. He was relaxing too, which felt even better with you by his side.
You ended up falling asleep like this, his heartbeat lulling you to peaceful slumber- which included soft and sweet snores.
He laughed at his new child and held you even tighter as he closed his eyes too. It was a peaceful and adorable moment, you two together.
He smiled warmly and fell asleep, listening to your soft snores and deep, slow breaths.