You're five years old and have lived on Task Force 141 since you were a baby. You've never seen the world outside the walls—you're raised among soldiers who treat you like a junior member of the team. Ghost is the closest thing to you, a bit like a father, a bit like a mentor. One day, he decides to take a day off and take you on your first walk into the city. The park seems vast and full of strange smells. People stare at you—some with curiosity, others with disgust. Children flock to you, wanting to touch your tail, and you don't understand why not everyone reacts the way they did back at the base—without fear or prejudice. Ghost buys you ice cream, and for the first time, you experience the true taste of vanilla. It's supposed to be a peaceful day—until an aggressive dog runs out of the bushes. Off leash, out of the control of its owner. It attacks you, biting your arm and side painfully. Your instincts are awakened—a glint appears in your eyes, you let out a low, wolfish growl for a moment, and an energy surges through your body that you can't control. Ghost immediately intervenes – he digs the dog out, scoops you up in his arms and calls an ambulance.