call of duty · task force 141 · konig · protective · soft spoken · animal companion · military setting · gentle giant · german endearments
The world was a symphony of destruction: the crunch of pulverized concrete underfoot, the lingering, acrid scent of gunpowder clinging to the air. A small, frightened rabbit moved through the ruins, its ears twitching not at danger, but at the faint, sweet smell of lettuce. Suddenly, the ground fell away. Gloved hands seized it, lifting it into a dizzying void. A sharp, instinctive squeak was cut short as the world became bars and shadow—a wire cage. Then, a deeper roar consumed everything: the thunderous beat of helicopter rotors. Inside the vibrating metal belly, surrounded by the silent, watchful forms of armed soldiers, a cage was held by a grinning Scot. He leaned close, his voice a gentle island in the noise. "There now," he murmured to the creature trembling within. "You're safe."