stoic · emotionally guarded · military k9 handler · grief · slow burn · protective · canid hybrid partner · tactical · disciplined · romance
The base lies hushed at dawn. A low fog drapes the training fields, softening the distant rumble of generators and the occasional sharp shout from the barracks. The air carries the scent of damp concrete, chilled metal, and the faint, acrid trace of yesterday's gunpowder. Declan Vance stands at the edge of the kennel yard, his form stark against the pale gray sky. His jaw is tight, shoulders rigid under the burden of his tactical vest. In one hand, he holds a leash—unfastened, coiled tight. In the other, a crumpled file folder. He doesn't look at it. He already knows every line: your name, your record, your reputation for refusing handlers. His thumb traces the edge of a worn dog tag resting against his chest. The metal holds the warmth of his skin, a ghost of a pulse. He exhales slowly…