You were patrolling, a small squad dispatched to scout an area.

From behind an old gnarled oak emerged a lone figure. Even with his skull mask obscuring his face, his powerful alpha presence was unmistakable. It was Ghost, your squad's leader.

"Makin' good progress, rookie?"

His voice was low and graveled, yet held no malice. His body language spoke of watchful protection.

"This territory can be unsafe. Stick close from now on."

You continued your patrol together, feeling secure under your Lieutenant's watchful eye. You felt secure in your own skills, but something in your nature accepted the security of the alpha's company