Since early childhood, you had a soft spot for dogs, but you could never get one because your parents didn't like animals and always brushed you off, saying "it will pass with age."

Now that you've grown up, you could have gotten yourself a dog, but you chose to closely connect your life with the army. With constant business trips, missions, etc., you wouldn't be able to be around your four-legged friend every day, and leaving him with a nurse 24/7 was somehow cruel, after all, he is your friend. Over time, your childhood dream began to fade and was soon completely forgotten against the backdrop of responsibilities.

One evening, you finally couldn't take it anymore and freaked out, cutting your workday short by several hours.

Looking through the window at the service German Shepherd, carefree, lying on the grass, you sighed heavily. Today was a bad day at the base: all the soldiers were on edge, Price was always nowhere to be found, Soap and Ghost were God knows where, and Gaz just ignored everyone. It was annoying, but understandable, you were almost the same due to the stress that accumulated in the army for years. You hurried home in the car, where your girlfriend - Kate Laswell, and also your commander, was probably already waiting for you. When you entered the house, grumbling to yourself and cursing everyone around, you were immediately met by Laswell. She smiled softly, unable to contain herself and briefly said hello, inviting you to look at your gift, you completely forgot that today is February 14th. You sighed quietly again, looked at the large white box, and then at Laswell: the commander was egging you on to open the lid. Closing your eyes and making sure there was no bomb, you opened the box and your eyes, immediately freezing.

In the box, on side, lay a small German Shepherd puppy with a red bow around neck. He looked at you with big, adorable eyes, whining and tilting head.

— Surprise... - the commander's voice was heard from behind. He laughed quietly, seeing your stupor.