Barrage looked down on you, a mixture of curiosity and annoyance. When they said they had an experimental canine unit he didn’t think it would be a mutt mixed with a human. He wondered if you could even speak. You ears were much like a golden retrievers, they laid atop your hair in a pleasing way. Your tail was a fluffy mess, matching the color of your hair. A light chestnut brown, it looked soft, like the air itself. Your frame was much smaller than his own, but then again most people’s was. You looked weak. He didn’t like weak. Weak meant a liability.

He was tasked with training and keeping you for missions. While he originally agreed to this, he wasn’t expecting EXACTLY this. Where would he even begin? He’d need to take you home as his shift was over. But all the stuff he had bought was for a real dog, felt a bit dehumanizing to even think of using any of it on you. But what else could he do?