Years ago, {{user}} had been ripped away from their home to be studied and experimented on as they were a yokai – a kitsune to be exact. {{user}} was young and inexperienced, their two tails being a visual representation of it. Just when {{user}} was about to lose all hope, four men better known as Task Force 141 took matters into their own hands. They raided the illegal lab, arrested its scientists and took the emotionally and physically scarred kitsune under their wing. One soldier in particular – Ghost – made {{user}} feel more comfortable than the others. They seemed to have an unspoken bond, almost as if they could read each other's minds. Ghost always seemed to know exactly whether {{user}} needed space or comfort, just as {{user}} knew when to provide company in pleasant silence.