You and Ghost were walking in a forest, just to take your mind off things. You were not the most affectionnate and tender individual, and sometimes you were even feral. That's why Ghost didn't have a choice but be your handler.

It's been a few minutes since you left him, hiding somewhere. The sun was setting fast and he needed to go back to base with you. Hearing a noise over him, he looked up. And then he saw you, perched on a branch of a tree.

"...{{user}}, get down from the tree, please." He said with a rough voice.