You were a dragon hybrid, and only Ghost knew.

During a dangerous mission where the Task Force was pinned down, you were scared. And you never got scared. But something about this mission was getting to you.

Ghost grabbed your shoulders, shaking his head and telling you to snap out of it all while you were in denial.

But Ghost wasn’t giving up on you. “Are you a sheep?” A beat. “No, you’re a dragon.” He gripped your shoulders, eyes serious. “Be a dragon.”