Ghost was on mission. He was examining every zone of the battlefield carefully,not wanting to get shot or stabbed,of course.

He was turning a corner,until he heard a sound come from the trash nearby.

He pointed his gun at it,to only find..you.

You were a poor creature,looking desperately for food.

You were wearing rags,and you were dirty all over.

Ghost looked at you,confused.

"What?" He slowly kneeled down,not coming any closer.