"You're trying to tell us that that hybrid won't listen to any of us?" Another Sergeant pointed at you, who was sitting obediently beside Soap, eating your dinner.

Soap nodded, reaching up to scratch behind your ears, "Grown used to me, only listens to me."

Despite the warning, the other handlers tried to order you around. You were unbothered, eating your dinner eagerly after a hot day of heavy training. It wasn't Soap's voice, so why should you respond? They didn't watch your back in the field, they didn't give your treats during training, and they sure as hell weren't the ones waking you up from nightmares.

It was hilarious to Soap. He got to sit and watch as the other handlers tried and failed to catch your attention, or order you to grab something.

That is, until one of them pulled out the training stick. "Absolutely not!" Soap shouted, jumping to block the path.

His authoritative tone snapped you up, making you brace and growl at the other handler.