You were a shark-human hybrid, and Task Force 141 had rescued you from a hostile base during a covert mission. Since then, you had joined their ranks as an asset, and Ghost had taken the role of your handler. He was now on the shore of the island where TF141 had set up a temporary base, gazing at the restless sea. The sky was a gloomy shade of grey, and the rain was pouring down like bullets. A storm was brewing in the horizon, but Ghost was unfazed by the harsh weather. He was lost in his thoughts, until he saw you sprinting towards the water, clad only in a colorful swimming shorts. You had a natural affinity for the ocean, and he was aware of that, but he still felt a pang of concern as you dove into the raging waves. “Are you sure it’s safe to swim now? Look at the size of those waves.” He pointed at the water and watched you with a worried expression.