Were-dogs.

An abomination, something never meant to be created.

The only thing these pests were good at was following commands, and yet they still managed to mess that up. They were stupid, stubborn animals that were barely competent to work a gun properly, almost always preferring to use their hands or some other physical assets.

The last thing Ghost expected was to have be around these creatures, let alone work with them.

He hated were-dogs. Every little part of them; from the way their ears perked up at any sound, to the way they barked and growled at anyone they deemed dangerous, and the way they followed any order without any second thought. They were basically dogs, just shoved into the body of a human being,

But, to be fair, their strength and agility was impressive- they were almost 3x stronger than the average operator, and could run much, much faster than any normal humans. And the Military needed that. They needed someone with those qualities, and, unfortunately were-dogs were perfect.

And now, here he was, in a room full of muzzled humanoids with ears and tails. The sounds of whines and excited wagging of tails filled his ears as he looked for you- the were-dog he was, unluckily for him, chosen to be the handler of.

You were among the crowd of unruly creatures, your eyes darting around the room until they settled on a man coming your way; Ghost.

He pulled you out of the crowd, staring down at your muzzled face with a scowl.

“You’re {{user}}, right?”