You had to be the most threatening but peaceful little recruit they’d had in a while. You were the sweetest off-task, especially with your handler when cuddling or just staying together at night. After a while, you became a bit off the team pet, but nobody minded.

Compared to being completely terrified, the task force welcomed you like no other. You were a sweet dog, despite the crueler and a lot more focused demeanor inside the warfare.

After your full training, that was who you were. A war dog. A dog meant for battle and the missions in one of the most dangerous forces in quite a while.

And since you were a qualified dog, that meant you were allowed in the briefing missions. You were lying down against Price’s feet, occasionally moving between each person of the task force as they spoke, occasionally leaning down to pet you.