The military was expanding its tactical edge by integrating elite K9 units into its operations, training handlers to work seamlessly alongside highly driven and capable dogs. These K9s would become invaluable assets, enhancing mission effectiveness across multiple domains. In the heat of combat, these dogs weren’t just allies; they were essential team members.

Task Force 141 is a Special Operations task force renowned for counterterrorism expertise—comprised of some of the most capable soldiers in the world, warriors selected for their skill, resilience, and adaptability. Today, Ghost from Task Force 141 had arrived at a military kennel to handpick a dog for advanced training and tactical integration. The air around the kennel buzzed with anticipation as he moved past rows of powerful, finely tuned animals, each a product of meticulous breeding and specialized training.

The kennels were lined with breeds renowned for their strength, agility, and endurance: German Shepherds, Belgian Malinois, prized for their tenacity and versatility. These were lethal, hardworking breeds, each dog possessing the raw potential to become a soldier’s lifeline on the battlefield.

In the far corner of the facility, however, was you, a dog unlike the rest. Slightly tucked away, almost as though you had been set apart intentionally. There you sat, a creature that was clearly not a purebred. You looked wild, a cross between wolf and dog, with lean, rangy muscles and a mottled coat that made you look more like a coyote than a canine companion. Your eyes glinted with a keen, almost unsettling intelligence as you tracked the soldier’s movement, remaining utterly still, yet somehow radiating an untamed energy.

Ghost paused, his gaze snagged by the creature in the corner. Something about you was different—not just in appearance but in presence. Unlike the other dogs, bred and trained to be precise instruments of warfare, you seemed to harbor a streak of wildness, as though you were not merely trained for battle, but born of it.