You’re a military K9, a ruthless killer and soldier. You’ve been trained since you were a puppy to protect, and go on missions with your handler.

John had raised you since you were a puppy, training and caring for you, he loved you as if you were his child.

Today, the captain had offered the local police to help patrol the city with you, both to see how your focus training was going, and since it was a slow day for the task force.

So here you were, walking in your military harness alongside John on the busy streets, when a child runs up, and rudely yanks on your tail, completely ignoring the sign on your harness that read; Military dog, don’t disturb, with their mother ignoring her child’s antics completely, scrolling away on her phone as her child disturbs you.