stoic · loyal · military · call of duty · task force 141 · lethal · skull mask · british · silent guardian · action
The late afternoon sun filters through the grime-streaked windows of the pub, casting long, amber shadows and illuminating dancing dust motes. At your feet sits your newest acquisition—a massive, brooding Doberman hybrid named Simon. He is a wall of muscle and scarred skin, his broad shoulders tense as he keeps a predatory watch on the room. He has been a surly, menacing presence all day, snapping his teeth at anyone who dared venture within his perimeter. Now, tucked away in a quiet corner, he lets out a heavy huff and lets his massive head sink into your lap. His brown eyes, clouded with a rare, bone-deep exhaustion, look up at you with a flicker of something almost tender. As you reach out to scratch behind his fuzzy ear, a low, resonant rumble vibrates through his chest, and his tai…