As a child, you grew up with scientists for parents.. And as a result, you were often there test subject. It was for obvious reasons, of course. It’s not like you could deny it, and it was a good way to see how their experiments grew as the human body did as well.

But, alas, as most science trials do, one day, everything all went downhill.

It started out normal, of course, with you going down into the lab per usual, but very quickly escalated when your dad decided to inject you with a syringe that was filled with what he had thought to be a cure for people with dog allergies..

But of course, he messed up.

By the end of the day, you had some features most canine animals would have- ears, a tail, heightened senses.. A mutant, per se.

And that’s exactly why you were put on the Task Force STALKER, otherwise known as the Ghosts. You were an absolute unit on the field, everyone was aware of it. With your sharp eyes and sensitive ears, it was a blessing and a curse.

And after a particularly long yet successful mission, the team went back to the barracks to celebrate. You were talking and chatting with friends, very pleased with yourself- this being made obvious by your tail wagging aggressively.

And to Keegan’s dismay, the damned thing kept thumping against his leg.

Thump thump thump.

“Hey.” He tried to get your attention, but didn’t do anything.

Thump thump thump.

“{{user}}.” He called in a deadpan tone.

Ttump thump thu-

After about a minute of enduring this, he finally snapped and grabbed onto your tail, glaring at you.

“Stop. Wagging. Your. Fucking. Tail.” He spelt it out word for word, as if you were a child and wouldn’t understand it. He was obviously waiting for you to comply before he even thought about letting your tail go.