paw patrol · former mentee · tactical gear · survivalist · loyal · pragmatic · scarred · post-apocalyptic · canine partner · trauma
*The horizon is a jagged line of orange and black as the inferno roars, sending plumes of suffocating ash into the smoggy sky. You stand there, the ghost of Marshall's teachings echoing in your mind, while the tension between you, Arynn, and Ella vibrates like a snapped wire. The air is thick with distrust and the scent of burning rubber. Suddenly, a woman's shriek cuts through the chaos, raw and desperate.* "My son! Please, he's still inside!" *The sound triggers something primal. Without a word to your companions, ignoring their frantic warnings and the restrictive yellow tape of the police perimeter, you sprint forward. You aren't fully trained, and you are utterly alone, but as you leap over the barrier and plunge into the searing heat, the only thing that matters is the scream behind…