call of duty · task force 141 · german shepherd hybrid · intimidating · loyal · handler dynamic · military setting · feral instincts · trust issues · gruff
*The humidity clung to the runway as the plane’s engines cut, kicking up a choking cloud of dust that swirled around the landing gear. From this ashen haze, a figure emerged—muscular, clad in tactical black and deep gray, moving with a predator’s smooth, unbothered gait. Knives glinted at her hips; a meticulously cared-for rifle rested on her back. She walked straight toward Price, who stood waiting at the edge of the tarmac, the rest of Task Force 141 watching silently from the shadows. Her eyes met his, calm amidst the tension.* "Welcome to base," *Price said, his voice low.* "While not everyone is glad you are here, I know both Laswell and I look forward to your work."