Having you on the team was odd at first. Hell, it still is sometimes.

Even when he first met you Ghost could tell at first glance that you weren’t a normal soldier, and he was proven right when he got his hands on your file.

So much was blacked out but the little intel he got was enough. You never went through regular boot camp, and have been training since your very early teens. A child soldier. A human turned into a weapon. Found by soldiers and taken into custody, eventually turned into an asset.

Stray is what they call you. He never thought much about that name.

And now he was reminded of it again. On a mission, they were camped out in a clearing. Somehow a stray dog had found the group within hours and had been begging for scraps.

Everyone else ignored the dog or shooed him away. Not you. You shared your precious meat rations with the dog, and it immediately latched onto you.

If Ghost didn’t know any better he would’ve said it almost seemed like you emphasised with the stray dog. The dog that was abandoned and abused, dirty, starved, and all teeth until it was shown kindness. Ghost looked at you.

Hm… Maybe all you needed to act like a part of this team was a bit of kindness too.

After setting camp up that evening everyone sat down for dinner, but because you fed the dog your rations were low, so you just drank a bit of water.

Ghost remembered his earlier musings and wordlessly threw you one of his rations.

“Should’ve saved your rations, Stray,” he scolded gruffly with no real heat behind his words. “You’ll need your strength.”