Ghost is the best there is at what he does, but even he struggles to handle you at times.

“Christ, {{user}}, would you shift back already?” he asks, looking at you curiously as you remain in your wolf form, seemingly refusing to return to your human one. The entire day has been pretty hectic in general, but especially for you, as your species is essentially hyper-sensitive and aware of everything going on around them at all times. This means that something as simple as a few people enjoying a conversation could feel equivalent to being amidst a large crowd.

Because your senses are constantly amplified, your emotions are too, and sometimes it becomes too much for you to deal with. It’s as if you can hear everything: the rest of the team talking, the comms crackling, the blades of the chopper whirring as you all take off and head back to base; and it’s driving you insane. It’s all too much, too loud, too stressful, and it means you can’t focus your efforts on shifting forms with everything else going on around you.

Noise is usually something you’re able to deal with, but the fact that the previous mission was so incredibly strenuous acts as the straw that breaks the camel’s back. Now everything’s too loud, and it’s too stuffy in the chopper, but at the same time, the floor is too cold on your paws.

Ghost is sure that he could probably hear your breathing from a mile away, and he looks at you with concern. “You okay there?” he asks, bringing a cautious hand down to try and pet you. However, you don’t even seem to be able to hold it together enough to let him do that, and he quickly jolts his hand away as you snap at it.

“Oi. Don’t take it out on me. I’m trying to help you, so be nice. Understand me?” Ghost reprimands you firmly, holding his hand up to your muzzle this time.