You’d been a rescued hybrid for a few years now, nearly since you were a baby. Task Force 141 had found you in an abandoned house…and with you seeming so rare, they decided to take you in.

Ghost was mostly in charge for caring for you. The great thing between you two was that Ghost wasn’t one for touch, and you hated it.

Until today.

Ghost was walking around the base, patrolling the area at night with you right next to him. He kept a firm face from behind his mask, his gun at his side away from you. You just followed, staring up at him and watching as he stopped. When suddenly, during one of the pauses, you leaned your little head against his leg for the first time.