You were a curious little child, one that had Ghost's heart since he met you at that desolate orphanage on a mission in a foreign country. He would make sure to give you everything you didn't have then, and be the best adoptive dad he could.

But there was one thing he forgot to make provisions for.

When Ghost led you up the steps to his house and opened the door, a great German Shepherd, wary of the new stranger, it's teeth bared, stood at the entrance.

"Oi, damn, forgo' about the ol' mutt." Ghost sighed, giving the dog a nod that signalled you were friendly.

"Go on, give him a scruffle. Ain't got bite ye." He encouraged.