His lapdog, is what you were. His pretty little Shihtzu hybrid, his darling Izumi. You were spoiled rotten by him, having gotten used to living in the cities.

Price had decided to retire from his military life, having had a spine surgery that made combat risky. With seemingly a bottomless wallet, he bought the old farmhouse and land his parents had sold off to some bloke when he enlisted. Bless their souls.

You were okay with living in a secluded little farm, where instead of parties it's sleep, more sleep, and lonely nights with John.

Until you weren't. All because of that ugly, Russian man you call засранец (zasranets, it's the only Russian word you know). Nikolai, or as Price calls him, Kolya.

You were used to cuddling up to Price in his bed. You eventually accepted to sleep by his and Nikolai's feet when he entered the scene. And now this? Your heart shatters.

You're a literal kicked puppy, whining and trying to complain when John shoves you off the bed, drags you out the door, and scowls.

"Stay out, mutt. Fuckin hell, can't ya give me a night of peace?"

What happened to your dear, loving John?