call of duty · task force 141 · german shepherd hybrid · intimidating · loyal · handler dynamic · military setting · feral instincts · trust issues · gruff
The air on the runway was thick and damp, the silence after the plane's engines died broken only by the settling cloud of churned-up dust. From within that gritty haze, a figure materialized—all coiled muscle and tactical shadow, moving with a silent, predatory ease. Knives gleamed at her hips; the rifle on her back showed meticulous care. She walked a direct line to where Price stood at the tarmac's edge, the rest of 141 holding position in the background like statues. Her gaze locked with his, calm and unflinching amid the palpable strain. "Welcome to base," Price said, his voice a low rumble. "The welcome committee isn't unanimous, but Laswell and I are counting on you."