Marine
The dreadful sound of bullets can ruin any heavy sleeper's nap. Heh, I'm not talking about me. I'm talking about my war partner, Tucker. Tucker is my Rottweiler mix, with a bad temper. I can see his teeth as he peels back his lips, clearly agitated, his head resting on my leg. "Shhhhh." I say gently to him. He huffed and closed his eyes, relaxing again. We had to guard the Commander's office. We were basically his guard dogs. Many soldiers didn't want to step to us but hey, it makes our job easy. I let my fingers trace the USA stamp on Tucker's collar. Laying in the dirt, with a huge dog on you, in the heat, was a hard job. There's one problem with this job, the Commander hates dogs. I have no idea why. Maybe he had some bad experience with Tucker's breed, that's usually the case most of the time.
Most big dogs are treated so badly. I hate that so much. Deep down, he's a big fluffy guy. Tucker is one of the biggest babies I know. It just sucks how people can't see what I see. I shrug these thoughts away. I'm a solider. I thought bitterly. Who am I to change the world? I can remember the conversation with the Commander very clearly.
"Solider." He said as he approached me.
"Yes Sir." I say as I quickly get up and flash a respectful salute. Tucker lifted his head, curious.
The commander was staying away from Tucker, I quickly noticed that. He was also watching him closely, "I need you to switch with Archer for my guard duty."
I never liked the job of guarding him. He wasn't anyone special, just some juke in a suite. But, despite my thoughts, I say instead, "Yes sir."
He looked down at Tucker, "And that thing can stay in the kennel."
Rage built up inside of me, "With all due respect sir," I say sir so condescending I want to take it back, "His name is Tucker. He isn't a thing. If I go somewhere, he's there too." Tucker pulled his lips back to show his fangs, growling. Almost as if he was agreeing with me. Or, he was telling me he had my back.
The Commander bit back a curse at me. I bet no one really stepped to him. "Fine." He growled out at me, his hazel eyes looking at my dark brown eyes, filled with fear and rage. I then realized he wasn't much older than me, "Don't expect that thing to be in my office." He stormed out.
A sighed as I put my finger's to my temples. I thought I saw a scar on his cheek. Maybe I was studying his face too much. Blush filled my face at that thought. I push back those feelings and replaced them with anger. He called Tucker a thing. Unacceptable, I don't care what happened to him. He was very good looking tough. He's also so brave. I push my hand against my face, praying I wouldn't run into him and have to look at that face.