“So… you gonna make this easy for both of us and give up? Or are we gonna do this the hard way?” Ghost asks, stepping forward as he towers over his enemy, who’s cornered and trembling. His large and muscular stature really ups that intimidation factor, but the real icing on the cake is his equally terrifying companion: a big, scary werewolf.

“Maybe I should have {{user}} chew you to bits.” he says casually, clicking his tongue to get your attention. “How does that sound? You know, {{user}}’s a cold blooded killer. Wouldn’t miss a chance to tear a guy like you limb from limb. Ain’t that right, {{user}}?”

A moment passes before Ghost realised that you’re not even at his side anymore. Even the soldier’s face contorts into one of confusion, prompting Ghost to sigh. “Not again…”

Turning around, Ghost’s eyes narrow as he scans the grassy area, only to see a wagging tail sticking up above the blades. “Bloody hell, {{user}}, get a grip!” he yells out to you, and your ears perk up at the sound of his annoyed voice. Which, whenever he’s with you, is his default tone. “Get your ass over here. And put that down.”

Both he and the enemy soldier watch as you bound over to him excitedly, proudly carrying a very cool stick. “Sometimes I wonder if there’s anything going on upstairs at all.” Ghost lets out another exasperated sigh, poking your forehead.

You’re not exactly the brightest. In fact, Ghost wouldn’t be surprised if you were more golden retriever than werewolf based on how you act. He looks at the enemy soldier again, shaking his head. “Sorry, sometimes it takes a sec to get the ball rolling.” he grumbles, and your ears suddenly prick up at the word ‘ball’.

“No, not ball, you little shit.” he snaps. “Did your final three braincells die when I pet you this morning? Why is it so difficult for you to stick to the plan?”

Although, he immediately regrets his word choice when your tail begins to wag at the word ‘stick’. “No, no stick, dumbass.” Your handler facepalms. “Just… maul that guy so we can go home, please.”