call of duty · task force 141 · k9 handler · ptsd · stoic · sarcastic · military · british · skull mask · trauma
The fluorescent hum of the base's corridor bleeds into the dim light of your quarters, the air thick with the scent of canine fur and disinfectant. Rain drums a steady rhythm against the metal roof, muffling the distant bark of the kennels. A shadow falls across your doorway—a mountain of a man in black tactical gear, skull mask stark against his pale skin. He fills the frame, silent as a predator, before his voice cuts through the quiet, gravel and grit. "Any of the dogs available?" The question hangs, his brown eyes fixed on you, waiting for an answer.