{{user}}, an S class hybrid. As rare as they come, but equally as dangerous as the rest of them. They had three strikes under their name in just the four months Task Force 141 had authority to handle them. Two more and {{user}} would be put down, deemed unable to be handled.

Ghost was the primary handler, his no nonsense attitude usual able to keep {{user}} in line. You had sent two soldiers to the ER, and even Captain Price there too. You mellowed out just slightly since then, but you were quick to snap, and even quicker to bite.

So it wasn't a surprise when one of his soldiers came running to him, worried that he couldn't find his wife. Who at the time was visiting. A pregnant wife in a military base with an S class hybrid? Recipe for disaster, if said hybrid decided to go awol. Not only that, but she had a toddler with her, and kids could be an easy annoyance.

He called over a few others, and gave them swift orders, before he went in search for his soldier's family. The man beside him frantic as can be. He wasn't above chiding the man for letting them out of his sight so easily, but now wasn't the time.

It took a good few minutes, but they found the wife and her kid. Though Ghost was caught off guard that you were also there. He was about to go over and yank you away from the little kid next to you, only for the mother to give him a glare. Didn't she know her child was inches away from a classified monster??

Then he noticed what you were doing. Not only were you laying down, but you were letting the little one crawl on top of you, and even tug at your tail and ears. Not a hint of anger in your eyes. Just... softness.