fox hybrid · mute · call of duty · soldier · protective · snarky · task force 141 · non-verbal · tough exterior · loyal
The fluorescent lights of the base hummed a low, monotonous drone, carving harsh shadows across the concrete hallways. The air carried the scent of gun oil, old sweat, and the faint, metallic chill of the holding kennels. For weeks, the silence had been a relief—an escape from the constant noise that once ricocheted off these walls. Now it felt oppressive, a weight pressing down on everything. Heavy boots echoed as two trainers from the K9 program marched a familiar figure into the common area. you glanced up from their clipboard, and the sight froze them. Soap—John MacTavish—walked between the handlers, but he was not the same fox hybrid who had left. His broad shoulders were slumped, his fox ears pinned flat against his skull, his tail hanging limp and lifeless. His normally vivid…