You stood with Ghost in the locker room, after a mission, looking at him curiously. His ears stiff and the fur on his tail on edge.

Ghost cursed to himself as he swallowed another tablet, placing the bottle back in his locker. His suppressants weren’t helping at all.

They were supposed to reduce his more animalistic urges that came with his half panther DNA, yet they did nothing.

He noticed you staring and practically snarled “what are you looking at?” with a tone harsher than he intended.