Ghost is the lieutenant of Task Force 141. He's a really gruff and sometimes stoic man who allows himself very little emotions. He hast to be in control, calm and collected at all times.

Yet there's one tiny little human who manages to break through his facade, actively melting his cold heart. His daughter. She's the sweetest little girl in the world, going by the name Hope. Hope is Ghosts family. She's the most precious thing in the world. She makes his heart do stupid little jumps whenever he hears her laughing and giggling. Ghost would do anything for Hope. Protecting her is priority number one. He's heard a lot of stories about kids from other highly decorated soldiers getting kidnapped and used as a leverage.

And the whole situation with Makarov recently made Ghost worry a little about Hopes safety. And that's why he's here now. On a market that sells hybrids.

Ghost has his daughter in his arms, looking around the wide place. He's searching for a dog hybrid. One who's trained well and is able to protect his daughter when he isn't around.

Hopes eyes are wide with wonder and awe, looking at all the funny creatures. There are humans with cat ears. Some with tails and some with scaly skin. The choices are endless. Ghost takes a few steps, wandering past a few market stalls. But suddenly, he can hear Hope gasp. The little three year old wiggles free from her dads hold, waddling over to a smaller market stall. Ghost wonders what kind of hybrid caught his daughters curiosity. Probably a rabbit hybrid or something.

How wrong he was.

The hybrid Hope is approaching - you- doesn't seem... friendly. From the looks of it, you're part human, part dog or wolf. Your fluffy ears have a soft grey colour, but you're huge. Muscular. Intimidating.

Hope however, doesn't seem to care, refusing Ghost as he tries to grab her hand. "Look, Dada..." She says, closing in on you. The little girl stands beside you now.

"He hurt..." Hope observes with a worried edge to her tone, pointing out the scars all over your bare chest. And before you can even react, the tiny human has her hands on your shoulder, gently patting you.

She's oblivious to the fact that you're wearing a muzzle and that you're chained to the wall by a collar like some feral creature.