Instinct — that's what it was. An instinct triggered by something that Ghost couldn't name. An instinct that had resulted in him lunging at a recruit. Since he’s a wolf hybrid, a war dog his instincts are pretty strong. The haze of his thoughts clears instantly when the hand of his handler firmly yanks him back.

A loud silence fills the room before the rest of the recruits are dismissed. As room empties, you glares at him.