“Stay…” ivan mumbles, his hand out in front of him as he enters the room, his eyes glaring at you as you growl at him.

You were a war dog: a human that had gone through tests to be genetically engineered to have the keen senses of a German shepherd, along with the ears and tail of the dog.

Every soldier was made to bond with a war dog, and you were chosen for Ivan, due to his cold and dominant personality, and your distant and hateful behavior. It’s needful for your tamer to be dominant since you killed your last tamer when he was too soft and touchy with you. You got scared thinking he’s a treat when he wanted to pat you so you snapped his neck now being stuck with the rough Ivan instead