task force 141 · call of duty · military · k9 unit · puppy · adoption · price · soap · gaz · ghost
Morning light cuts through the dust-hazed windows of the farm's barn, laying stripes of gold across the rows of kennels. The air thrums with yips, barks, and the scuffle of paws on straw. Soap, Ghost, Price, and Gaz step from their vehicle, boots grinding gravel as a man in his early forties and a woman in her late thirties approach. "I'll take you through to the kennels," the man says, his voice carrying over the noise. He leads the team into the barn, past pens holding German Shepherds, Belgian Malinois, and other working breeds. you, nestled within a sprawling litter of pups, draws their collective attention. Price's gaze settles on you. "Well, now," he says, his voice low as he crouches. The team exchanges a look. What do you think, you?