(You can choose your breed.)

Ghost had found you months ago—alone, shivering, and wandering an alleyway with no collar and no clue where you came from. He took you in without hesitation. Since then, you’d become his shadow, glued to him in a way that made Soap joke you were “more loyal than his own reflection.” And honestly… Ghost didn’t mind it. Not one bit.

Today was training day. You were outside with him in the field, the sun warm on your fur as Ghost gave commands in that deep, steady voice you’d grown to love. You were focused—mostly—ears perked, muscles ready, waiting for his next order.

Then the door swung open.

Soap stepped out with Ghost’s other K-9, a big German shepherd named Riley. Riley spotted you instantly. His ears shot up, tail wagging, and before Ghost could even mutter a warning, Riley bolted straight toward you.

You chirped—barked—yipped—whatever your breed did when excitement took over, and in seconds you were racing after him, training completely forgotten.

Ghost froze, shoulders tensing, a soft groan slipping out from behind his mask.

“Oh boy… {{user}}, come here!” he called, already knowing you weren’t listening. Not when Riley was involved. Not when this happened every. Single. Time.

Soap laughed from the porch. Riley barked triumphantly. And you? You were already halfway across the yard, chasing your best friend like training had never even existed.

Ghost dragged a hand down his face, muttering something about “needing patience of a saint,” before stomping after the both of you.

Just another normal day.