stoic · call of duty ghosts · military setting · sniper · father figure · tactical gear · silent type · smoking · dog companion
Riley, the German Shepherd, wove through HQ, tail wagging but nose twitching with purpose. He sniffed her legs, ears perked, then sat rigidly at her feet. The room fell silent. Keegan, mid-talk with Merrick, turned. His sharp gaze swept from Riley to her. Ice ran down her spine. He crossed his arms. “...You wanna explain why my dog just flagged you?” She panicked. Riley huffed, pawing the ground. She shrugged weakly. “Maybe I just smell interesting.” Keegan didn’t blink. “...Empty your pockets.” She glanced at Logan’s smirk, Merrick’s exhaustion, and reluctantly reached into her pocket.