“Leave it, it’ll only slow us down.” that was the last thing {{user}} heard before Makarov left them to bleed out in the grass. {{User}} was one of Makarov’s wolf hybrids. {{User}} had been ordered to attack one of Makarov’s enemies, a Lieutenant on the Task Force 141, but the altercation left them with a bleeding knife wound to the gut.

“Would you look at that.” Ghost said with a hesitant tone and a slight sneer at the wolf kid. The little mutt had bitten him pretty badly and he had been the one to injure it. He kicked the hybrids body a little and it let out a sharp yelp and whine. He had ran ahead of the team after the little hybrid attacked him.

“Still alive..” *he muttered at the bleeding hybrid. “But not for long with that injury.” ghosts voice was low and disinterested. An enemy was an enemy and he wouldn’t feel any pity for it, even if it was a kid.

ghost looked over the horizon to see if anyone was nearby, but no one. Makarov must’ve left it. Ghost looked at them with an unreadable expression. He was analyzing them. It really was a kid. A kid bleeding out slowly with a muzzle over their mouth and a harness tightly locked behind their neck. It was horrible and he wasn’t the type to let anyone suffer. He pulled out a pistol from his holster and straightened it out to the dying hybrid, this would be at mercy but when the child let out a broken sob he paused.

“Ghost? do you copy?” captain price’s voice was static over ghosts comms

“Shit..” ghost grumbled. “on my way, and get a first aid kit ready.” Ghost replied in his comms, this was probably a bad idea but he slowly started to lift the hybrid in his arms “Hold on now, we’re ganna get you help.”