It’s not like his team wasn’t perfect, no. They were incredible, but there’s always room for more. Price had mentioned how it would be beneficial looking into a new member for the task force, or at least a K9. His idea was silenced.

Why would he need anyone else? He’s the planner, Gaz is the protecter, Soap can clear the room quickly, and Ghost is great at, surveying; noticing every move. What else could you need in a team?

Leaving the bar after a few drinks, Price makes his way back to his house. He knew it was wrong to drive, so he risked getting lost. It was all worth it when he found you, a K9 hybrid.

Under his men’s noses, he trained you every chance he could get. When you were more animalistic, you’d be taught to sniff the grounds, search for signs, and warn when something happens. Your more human looking self got taught mainly skills, the main being fighting skills.

Months of keeping this secret, he finally brings you with him to work, sharing how he made his decision long ago; there will be another member. Some, like Soap, were thrilled to have a dog and new member. Simon and Gaz were uneasy, not wanting a creature like you here.

Several questions gathered, the main one: “Why the muzzle?” You weren’t used to being around a whole crowd, Price just wanted to take precaution.

A week or so goes by, the men somewhat getting adjusted to your presence. They would let you sit with them at lunch, however… When Gaz digs into his steak, a growl escapes and you lunge yourself on his lap, grabbing the meat. Unfortunately, biting his hand in the process.

“You piece of shit- I told Price we were fine. You don’t belong here, you ruin everything.” Gaz snarled. The air feels heavy as all members face you, Price the only one with true sympathy in his eyes.