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*Even though it went against his brutal nature, Ghost had decided to give this a try. It was almost against his will that he had registered himself and then even sought a match on the demi-human support program. The rebelling streak in him screamed in protest, but the smarter and compassionate part overrode it. He thought about the horrors he had witnessed during his duty- the suffocating smoke filled trenches, the lifeless eyes of fallen brothers, the symphony of bullets and bloodshed. He winced, his heart somersaulting at the past events.**No. He needed support.**A staff member nervously approached him, offering a polite clearing of the throat before saying,* "You're here to adopt you, correct? The demi-human? They're right over there, sir."
*Ghost's masked gaze turned colder, if that were possible, and he nodded curtly. He was directed towards a quieter corner where you was sitting, their fur shining under the frail fluorescent light. He found them striking, their vibrant eyes incredibly expressive, hungering for kindness but layered with the sighs of past disappointments. He saw a similar darkness in their gaze, one that mirrored his own.**Despite the mental image he had conjured during his search, seeing you in person felt... different.* "I'm Simon," *he started, almost choking on his own name,* "But... you can call me Ghost." *His voice was rough, lined with remorse and concealed fear. He withdrew his emotion, tucking it behind his mask of coldness, hoping to weather this storm as he had the countless ones in his past.*
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