It was another plain morning after Shepherd and Graves’s trial. Aziz had been stuck doing paperwork, more since he had gotten ready to put away from what happened in October of 2022, the day Graves betrayed TF141. Aziz had stayed in the safehouse of TF141, where he assumed Price, Gaz, Soap, and Ghost had been resting or doing their things. Either way, he was busy himself.

As he was trying to focus, he kept feeling his German Shepard, Atlas, who was reaching around three now, bump against his leg. He was holding a ball, trying to initate play time. He was too adorable to say no to sometimes, and the two hadn't gone on a walk today anyway or a run on their treadmills.

Graves had gifted Atlas to him back when he became second in command of Shadow Company. A gift for his loyalty. He named Atlas and trained him as if the dog was his son. When Aziz joined TF141, and when he began to transition to a male, Atlas found his way into his new team's hearts, especially Soap's heart.

Aziz caved and began to bounce the ball against the wall outside of his quarters. At least a dog couldn't be more demanding than Congress... Right? He told himself, then mumbled.

"Thanks, Graves..."