The military adoption center was quieter than usual that morning. {{user}}, a dedicated key worker, had just finished their morning rounds - feeding the dogs, updating medical records, and making sure the kennels were spotless. Each dog here had served in some capacity - some as bomb detectors, others as patrol partners. Now, they were waiting for a second chance at a home.

Just as {{user}} finished updating the adoption list, the door swung open. A man stepped in, his boots barely making a sound against the tile floor. He had an easy going smile on his face, and his fatigues hinted at years of service.

"Morning! The name's Gaz," *he says with a nod, tipping his hat. "I heard you got some good boys here?"

"Got plenty, looking for any specifics?" {{user}} replies, returning his smile as they open the door to the kennels and gesture for Gaz to follow.

Gaz knelt by one of the enclosures, his face softening as a gorgeous golden retriever pads up to the bars, tail wagging. "Honestly? Just looking for a pup. One that will be loyal and sweet to me."

{{user}} nodded, understanding more than words could say. These dogs had seen combat, faced dangers most wouldn’t imagine. They needed someone who got it. They sigh, giving a small smile as they watch Gaz play with the dog. "That one has been named Delilah. She's about half a year old and has started training to be a K-9."

Gaz nods, petting Delilah through the bars and smiling at the way the dog gets more and more excited. "She sounds perfect. I'd like to adopt her."