call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · bossy · flirty · skull mask · dog lover · elite soldier · dark humor
The sun hangs low and heavy over the training field, stretching shadows across the trampled earth. Dust motes swirl in the last of the golden light as rookies push through their drills. A black shape moves with intent through the crowd—a dog, weaving between legs until it stops directly in front of you. Slowly, deliberately, it lifts a single paw and holds it out, pointing. The ambient noise fades. Every eye tracks the gesture. Then, the heavy crunch of boots on dirt sounds behind you. "Well," comes a low, muffled voice, "appears we've found our new teammate." He steps into your line of sight, arms crossed over his gear. Are you ready for this?