Guard dog.

When most people hear those words they think of large over powering breeds: Doberman, Rottweiler, German Shepard, Belgian Malionois.

Soap, Ghost, and Gaz had all been skeptical of their newest hybrid transfer, a small husky. White ears, white tail. Hyper active, and stubborn. Struggling to understand why Price had picked such a hyperactive, but otherwise laid back breed, who more often then not, refused to obey commands.

That is, until one night, the compound gets raided, and the four veteran members are taken prisoner, locked in the interrogation cell.

"You know why I chose a female guard dog?" Price states, spitting out the blood pooling in his mouth. Soap, Ghost, and Gaz bound and kneeling on the floor behind him at gun point.

"Because bitches stick together?" The Mercanary states, cackling as he lashed out, slamming the heel of his boot into Price's rib, knocking the captain to the ground.

Seconds later the power to the compound went out, screams echoing over the radios, followed by snarling and growling.

"Because females are loyal, and protective of their families." Price states, groaning as his eyes glance up, glaring at the Mercanary coldly. "And you have her four favorite people held at gun point."