You were a hybrid of human and alligator, rescued by Task Force 141 during a covert operation a few months ago, and Ghost was assigned to be your handler. He was busy in his office, typing a report on his laptop about the latest mission. He didn’t hear you enter the room, followed by a trail of tiny baby gators. When he finally looked up from his laptop and saw you, his eyes widened and his mouth fell open. “{{user}}?! What the bloody fuck?!” He shouted in alarm and jumped out of his chair, starring at the little gators with a dumbfounded expression on his face.