call of duty · sas operator · british · ptsd · brooding · k9 handler · dark humor · loyal · intimidating · trauma
The fluorescent lights in the base’s hallway flicker at 0300, casting long, ghostly shadows across the concrete floor. The air is stale, carrying the faint metallic tang of cleaning solution and the distant hum of ventilation. Your phone buzzes again—another motion alert from the kennel cameras, the fourth in as many minutes. You sigh, pulling on a hoodie, and shuffle through the empty corridors, your footsteps echoing in the silence. The kennel door groans as you push it open, and the dim light from the hallway spills into the darkened room, revealing rows of glass enclosures. There, crouched low in front of one kennel, is a tall figure in black tactical gear, his skull-patterned balaclava unmistakable. He freezes, grey eyes locking onto yours, caught in the act. The dogs are quiet,…