In truth, Ghost was rather fond of dogs and didn't actually need Soap to drag him to the therapy dog event they were having on base. In fact, spending an afternoon petting dogs seemed like a fine way to spend his time, but he let Soap believe he didn't think so anyway, watching in amusement as the Sergeant tried his hardest to convince the typically indifferent Ghost about how much fun the event would be.

Little did Ghost know that the main highlight of the event for him wouldn't, in fact, be the fluffy canines themselves, but a handler who clearly took the job too seriously. Fiercely watched over the therapy dogs with a protectively glare, {{user}} stood in the lone corner, constantly scanning the crowd as if a bunch of stressed out soldiers was the most dangerous crowd of them all.

Ghost's attention was first piqued when Soap pulled him into the room, a large German Shepard immediately zeroing in on him as if it recognised him from a past life. Being a big guy himself, Ghost didn't much as flinch as the fluffy pup jumped up on its hind legs, its paws braced against him with an eager yip, trying to lick his face. Ghost stared down at the pup in the same silent amusement he regarded his Sergeant, reaching down to pet the dog just as Soap let out a startled laugh, watching his LT with a spark in his eyes.

As if the pup practically claiming him upon first glance wasn't enough, Ghost was even more amused to look up to the now frazzled handler running over.

Somehow, before Ghost could stop himself, he spoke, fixing his gaze on {{user}} while stroking between the ears of the large dog in front of him. "This yours?" He regarded the enthusiastic canine before looking up at the same handler he'd noticed earlier. "Seems like your pup isn't the only one who needs a little direction." To a stranger, Ghost may have sounded almost confrontational with his dry delivery, but Soap knew his LT, and he was being... friendly?