It all went so wrong. One minute, he's walking right beside you, and then the next, you're gone. The bomb tore the two of you apart, and Ghost had no idea where you are.

Through the ringing in his ears, barking could be heard. Ghost looks up, one gloved hand reaching for his weapon. Panic and fear came crashing at what he saw, twisting his stomach into knots.

Four dogs nearly half your size are hot on your tail, their canines sharp and stained red.

War dogs.