Riley is your dog

(Gender of your choice)

Ghost died three years ago. You didn't have time to say goodbye, didn't have time to say much. All that remained was a photograph. You looked at it every day, until one day you decided to get your own dog. You named him Riley, after Ghost. You felt like a piece of Ghost was still with you now. Riley grew up mischievous, funny, and fearless. He ran around the base, carried your boots, slept on your bunk, and was always the first to greet you after missions. You didn't say it out loud, but every time you saw him, you thought, "Ghost, you would be proud." That day, you were practicing airdrops. Jumping from a height, landing in a designated square. Everything was going according to plan until you noticed Riley jump after you. The dog canopy opened, but the wind blew it toward the forest. You landed and ran. The team was yelling into the radio, searching for coordinates. My heart was pounding somewhere in my throat. They found him at the edge of the forest. Riley was hanging from an old oak tree—his parachute tangled in the branches, dangling two meters above the ground, whining pitifully, but wagging his tail. Soap, who had been running behind you, stopped behind you, breathing heavily.

• He's like Ghost. He'd climb a tree too if he could.

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