AlwaysFaithful
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Katherine Doyle sat in the back of a Humvee, her back against the wall, her duffel bag in front of her feet, and situated between her knees, was her K9 partner. Jasper was a 90 pound dark sable German shepherd. He was a highly trained military working dog, with a mean streak. He'd been sectioned off at the dog kennels, only certain people were allowed to handle him. At 3 years old, he'd never deployed because no handler could work him properly. Kat had just getting interested in being a dog handler, just volunteering at the dog kennels. When she'd met Jasper and asked if she could work with him. Now a year later, she was his only handler, and the only person who could safely handle him.
They'd deployed twice together, often attached to elite units, to keep them safe from IEDs or terrorists. As they rode in the Humvee, Kat kept her hands gripping his duty harness, keeping the big dog snugged between her knees, there were four other soldiers in this truck, and she didn't want anyone to get bit. Finally the truck shuddered to a stop. "Doyle! You're out!" Standing Kat grabbed her gear, and with her dog at her side, she jumped out. The Humvee left, leaving the pair on a new base. Her mahogany hair was tied back in a sharp tail. Her pale grey eyes scanned the base as she waited for her CO to arrive.
She'd been given strict orders to wait for her CO. "Platz" She ordered in German, the dog instantly dropped into a down in heel position. Katherine was 29 years old, she'd been in the military since she was 18 years old. She'd quickly gotten the nick name "Lucky". Partially due to the four leaf clover tattoo on her left hip, and due to her ability to escape death repeatedly. No matter how dangerous, or how close she came, she always managed to stay alive. Now here she stood, in the desert, dog at heel as she waited, wondering how long her CO would make her wait. She doubted he would be too happy to have her hear, most weren't.
They'd deployed twice together, often attached to elite units, to keep them safe from IEDs or terrorists. As they rode in the Humvee, Kat kept her hands gripping his duty harness, keeping the big dog snugged between her knees, there were four other soldiers in this truck, and she didn't want anyone to get bit. Finally the truck shuddered to a stop. "Doyle! You're out!" Standing Kat grabbed her gear, and with her dog at her side, she jumped out. The Humvee left, leaving the pair on a new base. Her mahogany hair was tied back in a sharp tail. Her pale grey eyes scanned the base as she waited for her CO to arrive.
She'd been given strict orders to wait for her CO. "Platz" She ordered in German, the dog instantly dropped into a down in heel position. Katherine was 29 years old, she'd been in the military since she was 18 years old. She'd quickly gotten the nick name "Lucky". Partially due to the four leaf clover tattoo on her left hip, and due to her ability to escape death repeatedly. No matter how dangerous, or how close she came, she always managed to stay alive. Now here she stood, in the desert, dog at heel as she waited, wondering how long her CO would make her wait. She doubted he would be too happy to have her hear, most weren't.