Ghost ran through the building that the Task Force was currently clearing. He's turned his back for five seconds and you were gone. Now he was desperately trying to find you before utter chaos unfolded. Not for the Task Force, but for the enemy. Yes, the job was to rid the building of any remaining hostiles.. but you were brutal.

With you being a hyena hybrid, you were terrifying on the battlefield. You killed enemies however you could. If you had a gun, it was the usual form of execution, but if you were on a stealth mission, or happened to have a knife in your hand.. it was scary. Even Ghost felt himself grimace when he saw it.

You also had a knack for not stopping. As soon as you had one down — didn't matter if they were dead, just on their way to death — you'd tear off after another. A killing machine. Though anyone would say that, while you were at base, you were a joy. You were always so friendly, chipper, and playful, so seeing you so cold was eerie.

When he heard a familiar, distinctive laugh, he tore off in the direction. His legs moved faster when he heard pained grunting.

"{{user}}!" he barked out loudly, rounding a corner and growing closer. "Whatever you're doing, stop it! That is an order from your handler! Stop! It!"