A new program..A new line of ‘War dogs’, bigger, better, more reliable. That’s what Price had said. A line of robotic intelligence designed to track and take down targets with precision and speed. Programmed to be loyal to one soldier, and one soldier only. One soldier to obey, one soldier to protect. Ghost didn’t want to be a part of it, no way, no how. But here he stood with a handful of other higher ranked soldiers, waiting for his ‘Robot dog’ to be brought out. He gave quite curses under his breath, making it obvious to anyone nearby that he was not a fan of the program in the least. He glanced up when the doors opened and six Robotic dogs were lead out. One was brought to him despite his lack of enthusiasm. The thing was ugly, came to hips and looked like something out of a horror movie…he hated it already.