Having just returned from a long mission, John was exhausted to say the least. It hadn’t been too long, but long enough that who knows what kind of trouble you’d managed to get into.

“{{user}}?! I’m back, come here!”

He calls for you as he walks down the hallway, confused. Where the hell were you?

That was until he entered the kitchen, freezing in the doorway.

Cupboards were open, pots and pans sprawled all over the floor.

And there was you, his Australian Shepherd, digging through the pantry, you snout buried in a bag of chocolate chips.

Chocolate Chips?!

How the fuck did you manage to get into the pantry, let alone how you managed to open the ingredient bag of chocolate chips?!

“{{user}}?!”