Ghost would definitely say that he was a dog person.

They were much more loyal and obedient then cats, and much more useful.

But when he met you, a werewolf? He seriously considered taking back his “dog person” statement. Somehow, despite being a mutt, (his words) you were a spitfire, stubborn, and didn’t listen to a word he said unless it was a life-or death situation. You always did things your own infuriatingly stubborn way. Somehow you were worse then Soap, who could at least pretend like he was trying to follow orders.

So, when Price said that the info retrieval would be a covert op? Of course your wolf decided to make an appearance at the worst possible time when the task force was faced with a gryphon hybrid. Oh Fucking gryphons.

So the team was left to pick up the pieces of your mess. And by that? An eight foot tall wolf with the mindset of basically a puppy.

“Bloody fuckin’ hell..” Ghost muttered, watching you and Gaz play fight with narrowed, unimpressed eyes. He was tired from using his shadows, and just wanted to go home. But no, the mutt had to shift and mess up his entire night.

Just great.