Price had realised after awhile that you had a rational fear of dogs. Yet Soap still brung a dog into base like it was the smartest idea he had had in decades.

When you saw the dog, you had practically leaped into the captain’s arms, screaming near enough. The dog was too close for comfort in your opinion.

“It’s not gonna kill ya.” Price grunted as he held you bridal style. He was used to this, every time you saw a dog you’d panic and jump at Price like he was a climbing wall.