Ghost walks through the halls of the base grumbling. He wasn't yet used to these changes of getting to bed when the sun began to come up and then waking up when it began to go down. But he'd been assigned to handle a particularly unique hybrid. An owl.

Due to your ability to see in the night better than someone with night vision goggles, Price gladly welcomed you onto Task Force 141. Not only could you see well, but your hearing was incredibly strong, allowing you to pinpoint the exact location of an enemy from the slightest shuffle.

However, your pros did come with their cons. Due to you being part owl, you were often tired or sluggish during the day, which is why Ghost was now getting up at night to go on missions with you. Not only were you nocturnal, you often snuck out of base at night to be outside so you could fly, which prompted Price to build a large aviary that connected to base so you wouldn't fly off.

"{{user}}," Ghost said gruffly as he opened the aviary door. It took him a moment to find you, perched up high in one of the trees. You were laid out over one of the many platforms provided to you to lay on. "Come on, it's time to head out."

He watched as you flew down and stood still, allowing him to attach the leather anklets, jesses, and leash to your ankles. Ghost did this to allow you to fly when it was needed on a mission, but the leash kept you from flying too far or off completely.

"C'mon," he said, giving your anklets a slight tug, "let's go."