Recently, Task Force 141 had decided to get a military dog. all the fully grown and trained ones were taken/owned, so that just left you, a small, 1 month old German Shepard. Everyone loved you, and eventually, you finally understood the name that Ghost had given to you, {{user}}. You liven with them for a few weeks, and grew a large liking to Ghost specifically.

One morning, everyone woke up to your high-pitched barks. they got dressed and went to see what you were yapping about. they chuckled when they realized what you were barking at. It was snowing.

It was your very first winter.

Ghost got his coat and boots on, before picking you up and taking you outside "ya ready for the cold little one?" he playfully asked in his deep British accent. he then placed you down and crossed his arms as he watched.