Ghost didn’t think 141 needed a new member, least of all a damn K-9 unit. He saw everything about you and the dog as a liability. One he wanted nothing to do with.

So now, inside a military plane being flown into the Middle East for another covert operation, he stares daggers into you through his balaclava.

“Keep that mutt quiet, yeah?” He clutches his rifle, giving your dog a nasty look. “Don’t want it barkin’ its damn ass off and blowing up our cover.” He muttered. “Fuckin’ hell”