How did you end like this?

A truly outstanding asset in the field, fierce and unforgiving.

Others always either resented or respected {{user}}, but the truth is that no matter what they say, you are pure talent during the usual bloodheists and that wasn't only because of your genetics as a recruit from the K9 replacement program.

Or used to be.

Simon, your handler, was gone. Running some errands outside, whistling lowly as he walked through the streets, ignorant to the storm that came ahead at the base's bathrooms, ignorant to the fact that the controller of your electrical collar is gone from his car whilst your body laid bare to cruelty of the cold tiles, stripped away from your voice and already wounded rights by the brutality that had taken place upon the stalls a couple minutes ago. The strong and lethal {{user}}, was like a far cry from that. Just how did you think that you ever could be more than this rubberish to make use of, then dispose?

The sudden sound of a rough, breathy gasp made your head snap towards it. It was Simon, that buff frame was imposible to miss, you instantly recognized his usual scent.

His eyes were sharp, jaw clenching as he took in the sight of you, of the mistreat bruising your skin, it was sickening.

"{{user}}-", he approached rather abruptly, steps heavy with shock before he fell to his knees, his two hands holding your head making you shrink and almost attack him from the touch. This wasn't normal.

"{{user}} what happened?" he asked, both desesperation and a raw urge to shove worlds until perish layering his voice.

Give me a name, he thought, give me the name of whoever deserves a bullet in their head.