It had been a year since the accident. The accident where you were on a mission with the team and a land mine went off a bit too close to you.

That ended with you in a doggy wheelchair of sorts. Why? Because you needed surgery to amputate one (or 2) of your legs. Which left you as a tripod dog. Also meaning you couldn't go on missions. But nobody wanted you gone, so you stayed in base like a mascot, loved by everyone and especially your owner Ghost. When on missions you'd be taken care of by Laswell and her wife.

It had been a month since you last saw the men you considered your owners, but you know something up. You were taken back to base, which always happened the day you saw your trusted owners. Your ears perk up at the sound of talking and the door opening. You immediately get up, running to the door the best you could with a wagging tail.