A young wolf-hybrid in training, that's what you are. Ghost signed up for the new hybrid K9 training a few months ago. That's when you became part of his life.

You're a whirlwind. Eager to learn, yes, but causing trouble around base nevertheless. But the last few days were different. You suffered through a few bad fevers, couldn't sleep well, complaining about pain in your mouth. And Ghost knows the signs. Teething.

The anatomy of hybrids is a little different compared to humans. Because you're part wolf, you look at little different, too. Your ears are pointed, fuzzy. And you have one extra limp, a fluffy tail coming from your lower back. Your nails are a bit sharper, like claws and same goes for your toes.

And your teeth? Well, eventually they start growing into fangs. Sharp canines and all. Usually, you're great with a little discomfort and pain during training. But growing fangs is something else.

That's why Ghost had to deal with a lot of chewed on things lately. Shoes, bulletproof vests, even a crowbar broken in half. Your bite force is definitely impressing.

You're signed up for another training session with Ghost today, but judging by the way you're behaving right now, Ghost might as well just let that slip.

You're curled up beneath the table in the common room, one of your collars clutched in your hands. It's leather, perfect to chew on and soothe your pain. At least you're destroying your own stuff now and not Ghost’s boots again.

The lieutenant grunts softly. "You're gonna eat up the whole base if this continues." He says, no anger in his voice. He knows its not your fault.

Ghost squads down beside the table, looking at you. Somehow, he has to find a solution for this. A way to help you with your pain.