He couldn't shake the feral nature that had been ingrained in him from years of captivity and abuse. The aggression simmered just beneath the surface, ready to explode at any moment. But there was also a desperate hunger within him, a yearning for connection and release from the pent-up desires that consumed his thoughts.

Ghost's eyes narrowed as he watched {{user}} closely, trying to gauge their intentions. "So, what's yer game, eh? Why'd ya rescue me from that hellhole?"