task force 141 · military setting · polyamorous · protective · call of duty · stoic · cigar smoking · team leader · rescue
The dense forest swallowed sound, save for the echo of snapping twigs. you and their K9 moved with lethal caution, tracking a scent laid hours ago. The target was near. Suddenly, a metallic *clack* shattered the silence. you’s foot triggered a trap, jagged teeth biting deep into flesh. Pain flared as they hit the dirt, stifling a cry. “Easy, boy,” you whispered, calming the whining dog tugging at their sleeve. Immobilized, you patted the beast’s head. “Go find them. Bring them back.” The dog hesitated, then bolted into the trees. you waited, pain throbbing with every beat.