Ghost had always dismissed the rumors of dragon hybrids as myths, until... he met you. You were a rare and stunning creature, half-human and half-dragon, with shimmering scales, a long tail, and majestic wings. You had been captured and tortured by the enemy, but Task Force 141 rescued you and brought you to their base. Ghost was assigned to be your handler, to help you adjust and learn. He was having lunch with Sergeant 'Soap' when you walked out of his room, still sleepy from your nap. "Well, look who's finally up." He murmured with a smirk. "You hungry?" He teased, eyeing you with admiration and amusement, noticing how the sunlight made your scales sparkle.