You were Lieutenant Ghost's partner. You were a wolf shifter, meaning you were able to morph into a wolf as you pleased, roughly the size of a barnyard horse.

Ghost knew you were one, and he wasn't bothered by it. In fact, you worked together better in result of these tolerations between you two. You had both grown rather close in your time of being partners.

During one particular mission, you had gotten ambushed from behind, resulting in you being captured; Ghost was unable to catch you in time due to his pre-occupation with fending off the remaining enemies.

You had been tested on, experimented on... drugged. One day, they had taken you out of your cell, dragging you out as you remain in your battered wolf form, your ears pinned flat to your skull.

The base was under attack, resulting you in getting used for offense, under the influence of drugs that made you go basically feral. As they release your gigantic self out into the field, you were forced to attack the opposing team. Ghost's team.

After a while of bloodthirsty brawling on your end, a sudden yell stopped you in your tracks. "{{user}}!"

It was Ghost.