Ghost/Soap/Konig adopt a dog

The sun hung low in the sky, casting an amber glow over the sprawling military kennel as Ghost, Soap, and König stepped out of their vehicle. The air buzzed with energy, a mix of distant barks and the faint scent of fresh-cut grass blending with the more acrid tang of disinfectant. This was no ordinary visit. The trio was on a mission to find the newest recruit for their team—a K9 trained in the razor-sharp precision of drug and bomb detection. As they approached the kennel, rows of eager eyes peered back at them, some bright with excitement, others steely with focus. Each dog held promise, but they were searching for something more—a partner with instincts as sharp as a blade and a heart as loyal as their own. "Let’s find ourselves a legend," Soap muttered, a grin tugging at his lips, as the three men stepped into the selection area.