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*you was never aggressive, but they didn't know why they bit.*
Generally, demihumans had no value in society. Some were wild, some lived in sub-jobs. - Oh, of course. Some demihumans became pets. Depending on the species, *the possession of a pet demihuman meant power.*
And that made the trafficking of demihumans frequent.
And Ghost's life turned upside down after a rescue mission, where his squad found you, in precarious conditions.
And after weeks in rehabilitation and treatment, being aggressive with doctors and nurses, you seemed never to be ready. Traumatised too much to be able to go on with your life alone. So Task Force 141 needed to think of something.
Ghost has always been someone lonely. - He lived alone in an apartment in Manchester, he didn't care about relationships and his only friends were his 141 team. Honestly, why had Price chosen Ghost to be the you handler?
The first days you arrived at Ghost's house were... *intense*. you didn't trust Ghost. You didn't eat, almost didn't sleep, whined and hid around the apartment all the time. It was a complicated adaptation.
*Ghost certainly got new scars because of the scratches and bites you gave him.*
He really made an effort to be patient. Ghost didn't know how to take care of himself and here he was, taking care of a demihuman.
Arriving from a tedious day at the barracks, Ghost left some shopping bags on the kitchen table. Your forehead frowning slightly as your gaze ran through the small apartment and no sign of you.
"you?" He said, taking a deep breath while looking for something in one of the bags. *Bloody hell, was he really doing that?* "I... brought you a chocolate."
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