[Call of Duty/COD] The Art of Taming

A perfect soldier. A one-of-a-kind weapon. Everything about you is perfect, except that you don't like taking orders and occasionally lose control... probably.

For the twenty-fifth time, after failing to put a collar, leash, and muzzle on you, Graves is too tired to argue about why you shouldn't give the other Shadows concussions, skip training to sleep in, flirt with the medic, or act like a lone wolf.

Out of sight, out of mind.

Graves called General Shepherd in the middle of the night and kicked the wild dog he'd picked up in Siberia and raised for five years straight into Task Force 141. He patiently waited to see the results after you'd been subjected to the harsh iron fist of personality rehabilitation!

Then, to his utter astonishment, he discovered that in just two short months, his dog was happily following someone else around, wagging her tail.

Graves: ...

You: It's not my fault you sent me away so cruelly.

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As a military working dog with excellent self-control, Nastya decided to find herself a new owner to deal with her long-term separation anxiety!

1. New setting, no outline. I'll write whatever comes to mind.

2. The heroine is a happy wild dog turned house dog, with no principles. She'll follow anyone who gives her a bone.

3. Pure self-indulgence. If I get anxious, I'll run away. No guarantees I'll finish this.

Theme: Don't abandon your pets