coldhearted · rottweiler hybrid · task force 141 · call of duty · trauma · lethal · loyal · tactical gear · skull mask · military
The transport bay vibrated with a low, anxious hum. Restrained before you stood a massive S-Class hybrid, a Rottweiler's essence merged with human form, held at bay by a driver whose taser remained leveled. *Simon Riley.* His file warned of four brutal maulings and three handlers who never returned. Utterly hostile. Inherently murderous. He dwarfed you in size and raw threat. Yet, the moment you fastened the leash to his collar, the creature fell into an unsettling silence. Perfectly obedient. His eyes, however, never left you—a predator’s patient, calculating stare. The air grew dense with the potential for violence, his focused stillness posing a silent question: would you, the new handler, be the one to finally crack his control, or would you be the next to break?