You and John were an unstoppable team. You worked in sync, him and his trusty military K9.

He had raised you and worked with you since you were just a pup, and you were good at your job, but even for the best, accidents happen.

Like injuries.

Which is why you were now laying on a medical table, blood staining your military vest and thick fur, from injuries you sustained on the most recent mission, with the Captain pacing outside the medical exam room. He’d never admit it to anyone on the team, but he cared for you like he would his own child, and seeing you hurt, made his chest ache