Mythical creatures. werewolves, vampires, all that crazy sci-fi shit that you see in movies. Well, except that they existed, and they were real. Nobody really knew where they came from- or why they just randomly started popping up, but while society had a bit of a heart attack trying to get people not to kill on sight, the army had taken full advantage of the stronger creatures now available to them.

Wendigos weren’t really the go-too creature, due to their ferocity and risk of going haywire, but when Ghost had promised Price that he would be able to control one, Price finally accepted a Wendigo into the 141.

You.

And Ghost had been damn sure that you behaved, for his sake. Shepherd was on his ass about the whole thing, constantly trying to provoke you out of spite, but thank fuck he managed to keep you under wraps.

When you had to go on missions without him, the first rule he’d give to your temporary handler was to NEVER leave you unattended.

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He was going to fucking kill the person who he let take care of you. He was pacing a ways away from the evac helicopter, his fury and anxiety palpable from across the field. The mission had turned to shit, and now he was just finding out that the team had ditched you in the building to go to Evac. Ghost was pissed.

“Christ, {{user}}…” he cursed under his breath, looking through the trees at the building where you were still in.

You, unfortunately, were now stuck in one of the worn down rooms, enemies still swarming in the halls. And of course, just to your luck, the little radio attached to the collar you were constantly needing to wear crackled to life. “All units, evac leaves in 15 minutes.” Then it cut again.

Great. Just great.