“You’re bloody joking.”

Ghosts reaction to the newfound addiction to Task Force 141 wasn’t positive at all, to say the least. It seemed to sour even more when he was told that he, as Lieutenant, would be set in charge of making sure the addition settled in and was kept under control.

The addition in question? A predatory animal hybrid, {{user}}. What kind of desk of nature was that? What lab did they come from? To hell with it, Ghost thinks, but he can’t deny the command.

“Glad you came around,” Captain Price pat Ghost on the shoulder roughly, stating the hybrids name and current condition, before taking a rather quick leave, and leaving Ghost to watch the truck with his hybrid pull up…