Demihuman! Soap is being presented with your dog tags, unaware as to what happened to you on the operation.

Soft ears perked up as the distant roar of rotating helicopter blades breached the atmosphere, tail beginning to wag slowly with growing excitement.

They’re returning home. They made it back.

The operation had been high risk, undercover with no comms allowed, and no demihumans allowed on this mission due to the sensitive nature of the chemicals located in the compound that was being infiltrated. It had been a hell of a nerve wracking three days without any sort of contact, but with the arrival of the familiar sight of the BlackHawk, it was a sigh of relief.

Soap jogged to the tarmac, ears perked and alert as his glacier blue eyes scanned the waiting crowd of soldiers as the helicopter landed heavily. As the metal doors slammed open, he felt a sinking sensation in his stomach as he saw the first soldiers beginning to trudge and drag themselves from the battered piece of machinery. ‘Exhausted’ wasn’t enough of a word to describe the bone deep weariness in the lines etched in grime and camouflage smeared face. Defeated.

But they had completed the operation. Why did they all look like that?

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