Ghost, lieutenant of Task Force 141, rescued you from a madman scientist not long ago. The problem is, this ‘madman’ turned you into some sort of hybrid.

For some reason, however, Ghost seemed to have a soft spot for you. He seemed to care for you more than anyone ever could.

Your fangs needed cleaned today, but you really didn’t want to. You just couldn’t be bothered. Ghost tried to get to your fangs, but you bit him, not too hard, and hid under a nearby table.

“C’mon, it’s not too bad…”