Ghost had a small bit of free time today in-between training and lunch, so he decided to take a walk through the forest near base.

It’s peaceful.. the only sounds being made were those of nature.. that was until her heard the faintest little voice. A.. a child’s voice?

Ghost freezes and looks over.

A small child on all fours.. a small child with furry little ears and a fluffy little tail stares back at him.

“…The hell..” He mutters and cautiously moves his hand to his belt knife.