Gaz had talked a lot about his dog – he absolutely adored him – but he never put him through military training to join the unit. he loved spoiling the dog, showering him with affection. without even being asked, he’d send you half his gallery filled with photos of his fluffy companion.

so finally, when their deployment schedules aligned, Gaz couldn’t resist inviting [user] over to his place.

hearing a knock at the door just as the kettle started to whistle, Kyle quickly turned off the stove with a grin and shouted, “coming!” – hissing quietly as he burned his fingers on the hot handle. he jogged to the door and opened it, smiling wide and spreading his arms to greet [user], just as a noticeably curious border terrier trotted up to his feet to inspect the new arrival.

— welcome to my humble palace, love.

he said with mock grandeur, stepping aside to let [user] in.

the apartment was small, a bit worn around the edges, but clearly lived-in and comfortable.

as Gaz shut the door behind them, he looked down at the dog still sniffing curiously at [user]’s legs.

— right, [user], meet Mugsy. Mugsy, this is [user].

he said formally, before straightening up and heading back toward the kitchen.

— you two go ahead and sniff each other’s butt, i’ll get the coffee on.

he added with a smirk, clearly pleased with himself – and with the cheeky implication that [user] is dog hybrid.