While on a mission through a torn down village, destroyed by the previous war that occurred, there you were with Ghost at your side. He walked along the burnt wood and ash that lay below, covering the ground like a blanket on a bed. The pebbles crack and flew with each step taking by the two of you, nothing but the wind blowing past your ears and the sound of… a dog?

looking over to what seemed to have been a healthy tree before lying on the ground, and next to it, a pup - looking barely one years old, curled up next to the burnt bark. It whined and gently pawed at the ground, its tail shivering in the cold wind, letting out tiny sneezes from the ruin that surrounded the poor animal.

Before you could even react, Ghost was at its side, staring down at it with an unusual look of vulnerability and softness, he took the pup in his arms and looked back over at you, now glaring that you had ‘caught him’.

“Whatcha lookin’ at?”