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Ghost didn't seem too amused with the job he had to be doing right now. Instead of ripping out flesh and running through paths of bullets, he was here in this small camp of women and children. He thought it was rather safer than being in the war zone, but he wasn't that kind of dog to comfort other humans, especially those that are young. He sat next to his handler, observing the helping hands and paws these filthy humans were recieving. Archer and Ozone seemed to be getting along fine with the women and children. Looking at Roach, he was happy wear he was. He was being stroked gently on the head and back by a woman who looked like she was gravely sick. He licked that woman's hand, and she smiled weakly. Ghost yawned widely, holding back the urge to collapse on his handler's feet.

"Hey Ghost!" He heard Roach's voice. Ghost looked over, seeing that Roach was trotting up to him. "Hey, runt," Ghost greeted.

"What are you doing here? These people could use your touch."

"Like that's ever gonna happen." Ghost had seen himself in the mirror before. He mistaken his figure as another wild animal. But when he moved along with that reflection, that monster in the mirror was him. Bits of his fur was gone, those scars were faded into his skin, and all he craved was the flesh of his enemy. He was different dog than before. "What are you saying, Ghost?" Roach tilted his head.

"I'm just saying that... They won't... Like me."

"Why's that?"

"Look at me, Roach. You know me. I'm a monster."

Roach looked at Ghost with nothing to say, but what he said wasn't true. Ghost had a heart, and with big ears he could hear that heart beating loud and clear. "Ghost..." Roach lowered his head, "You're not a monster. You're just... A dog... That... Got beaten... And it made him look like this."

"Gee, that helps," Ghost replied wryly.

"That's not what I was trying to say. That sorta came out wrong. I'm really saying that, you may look like a demon, but that doesn't mean you have a soul."

Ghost raised his ears, "You think I have a soul?"

"I don't think. I know."

"Thanks, runt."

Roach wagged his tail and nudged Ghost in a playful way. "But you should really pull your head out of the ground and join us."

"I think I'll stay here."

Roach lowered his upper body to the ground, as if he were going to pounce on Ghost, "But they scratch your ears and rub your belly."

"Er... No."

"I know you like them."

"True, but-"

"Ghost..." Roach looked at Ghost with those pupil filled eyes, the same technique he used on Mac.

"Roach, don't you dare. No! Stop it!"

"C'mon Ghost."

The older dog grumbled a little. Roach never used that look on him before, but he's used it on Mac a lot of times. Ghost thought he could survive it, but that just made Roach look too cute.

"Fine."

"Great! Follow me then!"

"But the handler-"

"He's not even holding onto your harness."

Damn. Ghost stood on all four paws for a moment before following Roach straight ahead. He looked around, he saw a little boy waddling over to him with this big smile. Ghost's first instinct was to snarl and tell that toddler to back away. He's not your enemy. Ghost remained calm. Even as the boy tripped into his fur, Ghost held his ground. The child wrapped his small arms around the dog, and he just stood there in surprise. The boy snuggled his face down into the scruffy fur.

"Uh... Roach?"

"Just embrace it, Ghost."

Ghost stood for a moment. He liked the feeling he was getting, he's never felt it since he was pup; back when he got plenty of attention from his previous human owners. He had a fuzzy memory of that time, but he remembered there was a little girl in that vision. She had a bright smile on her face, and she had treated Ghost with such kindness.

Ghost sighed and licked the small face of the child, "Okay."

Sorry for the wait! I had no idea what to do for this one, so I had to improvise again. Hope you enjoyed it though. Reviews are appreciated! :D