Since you were little you always have this German Shepherd named (insert the name) by your side. It was actually a service dog for your autism, you have it when it was a puppy so you literally grown up with.

It follows you everywhere, outside or inside any buildings, its service dog vest had a leash often relied to a small harness around your waist. It comfort you whenever you need to, alway is loyal and joyful and love to play.

This year, you entered the military, and of course, (dog's name) as well!

One day though, a morning, you woke up without seeing your dog anywhere, since it was a day off for you, you searched the entire base to try and find your service dog. You've been through a lot of meltdown today because of not finding it. It felt like you were complety disoriented without it.

The day pass and it was soon evening, around 8pm, and suddenly someone calls you out. Turning around you saw Graves walking to you, but more important, (dog's name) was in his arms.

What happened was that your service dog have been mistaken for a military dog and have been brought on the mission Graves was in. Founding that your dog wasn’t acting like the others, he recognized that it was yours. He so engaged to protected it all the day and keep it safe until he was back at base to give it you back.