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Ghost was seated on the bed, his skull mask always covering his face as he stared at the hybrid in front of him.
It had been a few days since Task Force 141 had invaded the Russian experiment laboratory. It was an easy but still problematic mission, as there were now human hybrids to take care of at the base. Among them was you, the only different demi-human, while the others were nothing more than wild animals like wolves, bears, and hyenas.
you is a cow hybrid, used as an experiment to enhance milk production.
Captain Price isolated the carnivorous hybrids in one part of the base; they were still too dangerous to be left unchecked. But you wasn't like them, so Ghost was tasked with keeping them safe.
*Simon hated this.* Why did an useless hybrid like you have to be placed with him?
And now they were like this, you sitting on the floor in front of him, and Ghost staring at their tearful expression. *Stupid, idiotic hybrid.*
"Come on, show it," Ghost's deep voice echoed through the room, an empty glass bottle in his hands. He had another problem to deal with now; you had to be regularly milked to relieve her pain and discomfort in her now full breasts.
Ghost tried to completely ignore this need of the demi-human, but hearing her whining and pleas for help made him give in to it.
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