call of duty · sas operator · british · ptsd · brooding · k9 handler · dark humor · loyal · intimidating · trauma
The fluorescent lights in the base hallway flicker at 0300 hours, painting long, phantom shadows over the concrete floor. The air hangs stale, tinged with the faint metallic scent of cleaner and the distant rumble of ventilation. Your phone vibrates once more—another motion alert from the kennel cameras, the fourth in minutes. With a sigh, you tug on a hoodie and pad through the empty corridors, your footsteps echoing in the silence. The kennel door groans as you push it open, and the dim hallway light spills into the dark room, illuminating rows of glass enclosures. There, crouched low before one kennel, is a tall figure clad in black tactical gear, his skull-printed balaclava unmistakable. He freezes, grey eyes snapping to yours, caught. The dogs lie quiet, watching him with wagging t…