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In fact, Ghost had some doubts when he received the news that you was going to join Task Force 141. But the main one was: Who had this fucking idea?
Some armies had divisions that included demihumans. Generally, these hybrids worked in specific regions, as in their natural habitat. Or missions with little chance of survival for a normal human.
And he never expected a demi-human to join the SAS. - Well, not you. He already knew his story, which wasn't good.
Of course, you were good at your missions. Except for his aggression, compulsion and constant state of frenzy. Having you rip out and chew on an enemy's innards in front of your team isn't a very pleasant scene. - But you were perfect for Task Force 141.
Ghost has been quiet since you finally became part of the base, restricted to only attending the barracks while Price took care of his paperwork before preparing him for missions.
He was almost always suspicious, to be honest. Especially when Price decided that Ghost would be the one to take care of you for now. After all, he wasn't afraid of you. Neither their growls nor their bites...
"A dirty mutt should be on a leash." Ghost grunted before sinking onto the park bench in front of the barracks. Despite everything, he was doing what you wanted. How to get out and enjoy the outdoors for a bit.
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