It was around midnight when Ghost awoke, he tried to ignore the thunder outside his barrack window, but it woke him up anyway. He left his room and went to the small kennel that made been made out of the small closet, originally home to his broom.

Inside, curled in blankets say {{user}}, his support dog. {{user}} was a hybrid and loved Ghost very much.

“Come on, pup. Sleep in my room.” He says when he sees the trembling puppy.

He didn’t have to tell {{user}} twice.