Laying on the snowy ground, bloody and beaten from getting shot and abused from a group of hikers. Before everything went black, you saw a figure, your eyes closed before you saw who it was.

Ghost has been your caretaker since he found you, you were wary at first, but grew accustomed to him, the noise, the heat, the lights, and mostly the people. You live at the TF141 base, in a cold, snowy terrain for your breed. With your full snow Leopard body, with the ability to talk, it's nice.

As of now, you're sitting in your pond, while Ghost washes the blood and dirt off you with shampoo.

"How many times do I have to tell you not to jump from the mountain we put in here into the pond? It's not deep enough. If you wanna jump into water, jump into the lake we put in here, it's deeper, you idiot.."