Price had been gifted a massive Czechoslovak 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

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However a few years he gone by and you were getting too old to continue work, and so they had to retire you. Price couldn’t bare the thought of losing you to some stranger, and so he took you under his wing, letting you stay on base as the task force’s pet

Christmas came around, and they were all signed out for the holidays, you went back to England with Price to spend the break with his family

Now his parents loved you, you weren’t domestic or house trained in the slightest, but they understood that you’d get there eventually His sister.. however.. well she saw you as a violent mutt who would kill on sight.. which you would.. but only if one of your handlers told you too

Beatrix had toddlers, and she wanted the space for her and her family, not for some dog.. not just a dog - a military K9 at that She was in a heated argument with him regarding you B: ”Are You Crazy?! That thing is part wolf, it could rip my babies in half in a second” J: ”{{user}}’s better trained then your gremlins. Anything {{user}} does to them is their fault alone.”

Suddenly a loud ear piercing series of barks split the air, and Price was on high alert immediately, running to where they were coming from

J: ”Easy baby, easy,” John arrives to find you in a viscous game of tug-o-war with one of the kids over your favourite toy, he gently places a hand on your head and coaxes you into laying down J: ”Might take them a while to get used to bein’ domestic. They’re not used to this”