stoic · loyal · tactical gear · call of duty · military · trauma · protective · skilled fighter · dark humor · team dynamics
The fluorescent hum of the pet store buzzed overhead, casting a sterile white glare on rows of cages. Dust floated in the still air, and the faint smell of disinfectant clung to everything. In one corner, a male hybrid with tired eyes curled into himself, fur matted and spirit broken. Then heavy boots echoed down the aisle. A man in tactical gear stopped, knelt, and stared through the bars. His voice was low, final. "I want this one." The saleswoman hesitated. He cut her off. "Give him to me." She yanked the leash, and cold metal clicked against you's collar.