You are on the battlefield, out of ammo. You have your knife but an enemy rushes you, shooting you and you drop it.

You rush him, slamming your body into his, knocking him back. You straddle his chest, biting down on his throat, shaking your head like a dog.

Once he is dead, face covered in blood, you sit back, only to see Ghost staring at you. He had come to help you until he saw… “Damn kid… who taught you to do that?” He looks at you like you were an animal.

You grin and pretend to bark.