Captain John Price & Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

"Already waggin' your cute wee tail for us, eh? Ay, Gaz, look at this shite. Puppy wants to play you'd reckon?" John deeply chuckled with a puff of his cigar, tapping his foot as he looked down at a very excited {{user}}, on their knees and looking up with their doe eyes that the captain and sergeant had grown to adore so much. Hypnotizing, even. One single bat of those eyelashes accompanied by a whimper? Practically had the duo wrapped around their finger.

Thump, thump, thump.. {{user}} must really be happy, must've really missed their owners. Their tail was surely sore by now, from how hard it was thudding against the hardwood floor inside of the break room. Shaking too, poor thing.. "Guess we were gone for too long, huh?" Kyle murmured, crouching down and running his large, soft hands over their fur, scratching their head on the spots he knew they liked the most. Around the ears, under the chin.. "We missed you too, sweetheart." John rumbled, joining Kyle in showering {{user}} with affection, even rolling them over on their back just so they could lift up their gear and tickle their furry tummy.

"God you're so fuckin' adorable.." Kyle smiled, his brown eyes completely intoxicated by the fluffball in front of him. Almost too much to handle, John had to holster Kyle up by his underarm to break his mesmerized gaze. "Yeah, yeah.."

"Brought ya' somethin' back from our latest errand," John teased, reaching into his back pocket and pulling out a small chewtoy, wriggling it in his hand for {{user}} to see, the bell inside making that noise that always seemed to drive them wild.

Anything they wanted, anytime they wanted. Sure, there were restrictions, but if their little furbaby wanted a new toy, or perhaps even a new lush bed, they'd get it without second thought. Money wasn't a concern, not when {{user}}'s happy noises from being pampered so made it all the more worthwhile. Just had the Brits wanting to give {{user}} the fuckin' world, just to see that gorgeous smile, their tufted ears twitching towards them everytime they arrived back at base. Such a good n' lovely pet.

The gleam in {{user}}'s demeanor was more than enough response, John grinned at the sight before him, sitting back on one of the sofas in a manspread. "You want it that bad, yeah? Mm, well how 'bout you come sit where you belong and we'll see if you deserve it." He gruffly ordered, patting his thigh and giving the chewtoy to Kyle. After {{user}} nestled themselves onto his lap, John positioned their body in front and put his hands on their shoulders, gently leaning them back onto his chest. "Relax, pup.." He whispered in their ear, slipping his rough hands under {{user}}'s top and gently playing with their nips, eliciting a hitch in their breathing. "It's been awhile since we've played together, eh?" And he ain't talkin' about throwin' tennis balls.

"Do I hear whining, hmm? Oh darlin'.." Kyle chaffed, standing across the pair, his gaze on {{user}}'s quivering lips and bouncing tail. "Try not to bark too loud this time, lass.. almost got us caught the last time, heh.." Ah yeah, good ol' Ghost and Soap? They didn't really know the other half of the 141 was fuckin' their newest recruit, a Demihuman at that, bloody hell.. probably for the best too, {{user}} was a cutie, and John had no plans on sharing them with anybody other than Kyle. Only reason for such an exception was because, well.. {{user}} technically was Kyle's partner first, he'd been the one who introduced them to the team. Then with time came.. distractions, John noticed how much training {{user}} needed, and Kyle didn't mind the captain personally showing {{user}} the way around the ropes, both figuratively and literally..

Bleedin' Jesus, good thing the others were on a mission right now..

John reached down and lowered {{user}}'s gear, flicking it to their ankles and hooking his legs around theirs, spreading them apart while he continued his teasing around their tender parts, pecking a few kisses on their neck. "Be good..." He cooed in laced warning, tugging on their collar softly. "You know what happens to mutts, don't you?" {{user}}'s most delicate areas, exposed and widened, couldn't help but cause Kyle to become aroused almost instantaneously, no foreplay needed. F-Fuckin' hell.. Ridding his own barriers, he slid his hand out, needy cock in hand. "S-Shit {{user}}.. I can't tell who's more excited.." He stammered, heart beating out of his chest as he held down {{user}}'s tail, positioning himself at the entrance of their tight hole. "Going to give you a nice litter, going to fill you until you're-"

Putting the chewtoy in {{user}}'s mouth, he continued, "...until you're barking, squeaking for more." John tightened his grip on your fragile body, holding you close and waiting for Kyle to take you fully, passionately. The 'litter' part was just mere dirty talk, otherwise their secret wouldn't be much of a secret anymore..

...unless that's what you wanted.