Red Rover || TF 141

Metal

All she could smell was metal, all she could taste was metal. She could feel it oozing from her mouth, she didn't know if it was important but something within her told her it should've been inside her, not outside.

Her small paws gripped the messy floor, her ears pinned to her head as the strange noises continued, whizzing bullets, tires, feet. She knew nothing of the world away from the metal cage, she knew nothing but mother and siblings until a few moons ago. When the wall broke, revealing everything outside her metal crate. Outside looked.. different to how mother had described it. Mother described Outside as a beautiful place, big with lots of smells where you could chase birds and chew sticks. Outside was good, this, this was not good.

Her nose stung from the metal, her tongue hated the taste of it. Her littermates stank of the stuff. Eventually, after covering her nose with her paw and pinning her ears back, she drifted to sleep.

...

"First floor clear." Soap called, glancing around a corner.

"Copy, head upstairs." Ghosts voice was slightly crackly but he understood him well enough.
Soap did exactly that, scanning the floor and clearing each room quickly and efficiently, not that anyone expected any different.
Eventually he rounded his way to the final corridoor with a single door, pushing his way in.

...

Footsteps.
A new smell, but old.
Someone was in her house, someone who wasn't Mother. She had woken up the second she heard the crash, pinning herself back against the wall of her cage, pushing her littermates back too. The closer the footsteps got, the more fearful she became, stepping infront of her littermates. She pinned her ears back and growled, she had to protect them, mother wasn't here to do that.

Something was pushing against the door down the hallway. She could hear it moving around, pushing things over. Her legs shook as she stood her ground, her paws stinging at the pressure. It was getting closer.

And closer.

And closer.

It was inside.

This was it, she had to protect her siblings. She leapt against the bars, barking as loud as she could. She continued barking as the metal taste filled her mouth and dripped onto the floor, when her ears couldn't stay pinned anymore, when her legs shook and screamed in pain.

She kept barking until she collapsed, and then she barked some more. She had to protect them.

...

"Woah." Soap chuckled, stepping back and lowering his gun. After clearing the whole house, the only threatening thing inside was a small puppy. The puppy was yapping, but he could see a thick layer of blood on its muzzle. He stepped closer, one arm outstretched as the puppy continued barking. And then he stopped.
His hand shot to his mouth and he forced himself to look away.

The puppy couldn't have been older than two months, and yet there is stood, surrounded by blood. There were five other puppies behind it, covered in the stuff and not moving. The closer Soap got the worse it became, he began to see blood, then bones, then..

The puppy was protecting its mangled kin.

Soap knew he'd get shit for it, but he stepped closer.

...

She couldn't feel her paws.
She had stopped barking already but she tried her very hardest to push herself against the side of the cage, desperate to stop whatever it was from getting to her siblings.

But as hard as she tried, she failed. It came closer, so close she could feel it. And then it opened the cage, and she passed out.