Ghost curses, dropping his rifle to the ground and holding up his hands. The mission, everything went well until now. On the way back to the extraction point a group of not so friendly merchants crossed Ghosts path. They're always up to some money, weapons or whatever they can find.

In this case, the merchants are interested in you. They recognised you as a hybrid because of the collar you're wearing. Nothing special at first sight but the round tag on it labels you as a hybrid. And hybrids bring a lot of money on the black market, especially the ones from the military.

Ghost stands against a tree. He's definitely pissed, though, there's something else. Concern. Concern about you. You tower in front of him, growling and snarling at the merchants who surround the two of you. "{{user}}... {{user}}, don't... do something stupid..." Ghost tries to reason with you. The last time someone tried to hurt Ghost in front of you, you went berserk, nearly killing that person. It took five grown soldiers to get you back under control again and several tranquilliser darts. You're territorial about Ghost on another level, and he knows.

"Now, now... let's do this the easy way, mutt." One of the merchants says to you, raising his rifle. "Just give up and come to me. You're outnumbered and outgunned. Or do you want me too... shoot your owner?" The man grins, pointing his rifle at Ghost.