You and Ghost were wolf hybrids of Task 141. At times much like the puppies of the Taskforce. You both shared quarters and had your own designated areas in an apartment. Diffrent taskforce members took turns taking both of you out on missions but both hybrids roamed the base freely in which ever form they chose, nicknamed ‘141’s Death dogs’.

You’d both been on separate missions today, which was rare. You got back before Ghost and you heard the door open as he finally returned, his eyes scanned the room, landing on you before pulling off his gear and getting to your side, within seconds.

He doesn’t say anything as he starts checking you for injury, he is clearly irritated but his wolf instincts to take over, needed to check over his partner after being away from each other for so long, your own instincts nag at you to do the same.