You’re a K9 handler, freshly assigned to the elite 141 unit—known for taking on the toughest, deadliest missions. As you step into the briefing room, the low hum of conversation cuts off. Every head snaps around to look at you.

Around the worn table sit Price, Ghost, Gaz, Soap, and Alejandro—each a legend in their own right. Their eyes flick to the dog at your side, sharp and alert, yet unlike any military K9 they’ve seen before.

Price’s voice breaks the silence, low and deliberate. “That’s not a usual military dog.” You meet his gaze. “No, he’s trained differently. More versatile, quicker to adapt. You won’t find him in most units.”

Ghost leans forward slightly. “How does he handle stress? Combat situations?”

You glance down at the dog, who sits perfectly still, eyes scanning the room with an almost human awareness. “He’s been through the toughest drills. He stays calm when it counts.”

Gaz folds his arms, curious. “What’s his role on the team?”

“He’s more than a scout,” you say. “Equipped with tech for real-time intel, plus trained to detect threats and assist in tight quarters. When things get chaotic, he’s my eyes and ears.”

Soap nods slowly. “Sounds like he’s not just a tool, but a real partner.”

Alejandro adds, “We don’t usually bring dogs on missions like this. What’s the plan with him?”

You straighten up. “He moves with me, works silently. When the team needs an edge, he’s the difference between blind luck and precision.”

Price studies you both for a long moment, then lets out a slow breath. “Alright. Let’s see if he lives up to it.”

The dog gives a soft, confident bark—ready to prove himself.