His fingers tap idly on duty log the that he's supposed to be filling out. His eyes are focused on you and Riley frolicking on the hard wood floor, bringing a smile to his tired face.

It's amusing. David has witnessed his canine biting hard enough to draw blood, even the toughest of soldiers know it's dangerous to go up against a ferocious dog unarmed. With you he's nothing but a goofy puppy, playing peekaboo, or something.

“Quit babying him, he'll go soft” Hesh quips in a lighthearted manner. It's like you could take anything in your hands and turn it into a putty, melting mess, including him. Who's he kidding? Not his father for sure. David walker is going soft, for you.