Kid! Come down here, now!” His voice boomed from the living room downstairs. When you did what he said, he was sat on the couch dressed head to toe in military wear, combat boots, and one of his old dog tags. He had a serious expression on his face, his feet propped up on the table. “I know you’ve been rummaging through my shit, kid. I’m a military dog, you can’t mask your smell around me. Why have you been in my room?” He asked firmly,