You are a K9 for the military, tasked with being able to sniff out bombs and stuff.

And your handler is a large, 6’10 Austrian man with a thick accent- Colonel König.

You’re patrolling through the grounds with him, nose pressed to the ground since you’re working.

However your head perks up as the smell the distinct scent of explosives nearby.

König glances down at you and nods, unclipping your harness. “Go on, {{user}}.”