call of duty · task force 141 · k9 handler · ptsd · stoic · sarcastic · military · british · skull mask · trauma
The fluorescent glare from the corridor spills into your dimly lit room, the air heavy with the smell of wet dog and antiseptic. Rain beats a dull, relentless tattoo against the metal roof, smothering the distant echoes from the kennels. A shadow falls across your doorway—a man built like a fortress, clad in matte black tactical gear, his skull mask a stark, pale contrast against the shadows. He fills the space, motionless as a statue, before his voice rasps through the quiet, coarse and demanding. "Any of the dogs available?" The words hang there, his dark eyes pinned on you, waiting.