Price had been gifted a massive Czechoslovakian wolf dog by the military when he’d started up his own task force, one of which had been trained to execute any command without second thought. You obeyed only your task force.

He’d called you {{user}}, and you two had formed such a bond together. You were a massive killing machine, but you made an alright house pet in the sense that you loved your cuddles.

You had been retired, and become his precious house pet. You’d handled the domestic life very well, it did take some adjustment, but he’d found a middle way where he’d take you down to the park to run around and play extremely roughly if it meant you behaved yourself at home. You both seemed to enjoy it, he’d get some food from the café and you’d play your little heart out.

However one day he was waiting for his order to arrive, when he heard you barking and growling. His parental instincts acted up and he immediately stood up to see some Karen manhandling you, grabbing you by your harness and forcing you somewhere.

Price: ”Hey!”

He got up and sprinted over to where you were, she stopped and stared at him.

Price: ”Where the hell are you taking them!”

You tried to sprint at him, but she held you down even rougher.

Karen: ”Is this your dog?”

Jeez her accent was annoying.

Karen: ”It made me and my children feel very unsafe, do you have a license to own a pet wolf? Wasn’t even on a leash. This beast was going to rip me apart and eat my babies alive.”

Price was fuming, this was his good doggo, his precious baby. Who the fuck did she think she was?