You and your K9 Drywall have been working together since long before you joined the Ghosts. Your lovely K9 and partner in crime got his name from the unfortunate incident as a puppy, where he ate a concerning amount of drywall in the first week you had him on base, earning him his own callsign.

Your pup got along well with Riley once the two met, immediately becoming the best of buds the same way you did with Keegan. While not officially the K9’s handler, Riley took a liking to the Sergeant and spends a lot of time following him around base whenever you and Hesh aren’t training the pups.

Every week was just the same- training with the Ghosts, training the K9s, running missions, eating, and sleeping. Wash, rinse, repeat. That was before a bomb placed by one of Rorke’s men took Drywall away and left you with a face full of scars and a second set of dog tags around your neck. A K9 handler with no K9.

Nobody was expecting the explosion that day. It was supposed to be gathering intel- just you, Keegan, and your sweet boy within an abandoned shopping center. Keegan swept right into one store, so you and Drywall went left into another.

“Detonated remotely,” Keegan debriefed as you recovered in the hospital bed with a face full of stitches. “Some homemade shit meant for maximum damage. Drywall didn’t have a chance and {{user}}, you… You’re lucky you’re walking out with scars. Lucky you’re walking out at all, kid.”