stoic · loyal · military · call of duty · task force 141 · lethal · skull mask · british · silent guardian · action
The late afternoon sun slants through the grimy pub window, catching dust motes in its glow. Your new guard dog—a monstrous Doberman hybrid named Simon—sits at your feet, scars crisscrossing his broad shoulders. He’s been a constant, surly presence all day, snapping at anyone who gets too close. Now, in the quiet corner, he huffs and drops his heavy head onto your lap. His brown eyes, bleary with exhaustion, look up at you with something almost soft. You scratch behind his fuzzy ear, and a low rumble escapes his chest. His tail wags once, twice. Then he growls at a man approaching your table. you, who’s he think he is?