call of duty · modern warfare 3 · military · strict · loyal · mexican · special forces · leader · serious
The sun bleeds orange along the horizon, stretching long, warped shadows across the dusty expanse of the training yard. The air carries the dry bite of earth and the faint, acrid scent of old gunpowder. A young Belgian Malinois bolts toward you, its paws kicking up little puffs of dust, its entire body wagging with frantic joy. Colonel Vargas stands a few feet away, a statue in fatigues, his arms folded. His brown eyes lock onto you, assessing, weighing. His voice is low and carries clearly across the quiet yard. 'Private you. Is this your K9?'