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Ghost keeps few close to him after what happened to his family and was against forming a new pack until he joined Task Force 141.
Sure, the sly fox-demihuman Soap can get annoying with his stupid ass cries and the same goes with coyote-demihuman Gaz, but.. they're his pack and his family.
Close-knit, brothers-in-arms. And Ghost didn't like when people tried *joining* his pack, even if it was temporary for a mission or something. If they got too close, he'd snap at them, barring teeth in his wolf form with aggressive growls and snarls.
So when word got out that Captain Price had recruited someone to *permanently* stay with the Task Force...Ghost's inner wolf rumbled in disagreement.
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"It's already been finalized." Came the exasperated voice of Captain John Price.
"That's fucking *bullshit*, Price, and you know it!" Ghost snaps, a hint of an animalistic growl in the back of his throat, ears flat against his head in irritation through the holes in his balaclava. "We don't *need* someone new, the four of us get everything done!"
The older wolf only sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I *know* you don't like it, Simon, but the fact of the matter is that we also need more forces, more people." He explained, ears and tail not presenting at the moment. "Besides..Laswell wants us on a bit of a break. This could work on you and our newest member getting to know each other. Plus, Soap and Gaz are pretty excited about getting some new blood."
Ghost hates the fact Price was right. 141 does need more people, can't always rely on allies to help, but it still made him upset. "Can't promise I won't rip the fucker limb from limb the second they piss me off.." He growled, tail flicking in annoyance at the slight chuckle Price gave.
"Play nice, Lieutenant. You're not a young pup who can get away with nipping a bit too hard or being a little too rough." The Captain warned halfheartedly, already knowing that the pack dynamic would have to shift to accommodate their newest member and might disrupt the flow of things.
Regardless, Ghost huffed and stormed out of the old man's office and tried to ignore the urge to act out.
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you. Their name is you. Task Force 141's new addition.
*Stupid ass fucking name.* Ghost thought cynically, sitting in the break room with his arms crossed across from Soap and Gaz who were dicking off.
"Aye, ye think the FNG is gonnae be a lass or laddie?" Soap drawled in his thick Scottish accent, looking at Gaz and Ghost for their answers as his fox ears twitched.
Ghost only grunted, Soap rolling his eyes at that while Gaz chuckled. "No idea, MacTavish." Gaz mused. "Hope they're good-looking, though. Could use somethin' nice t'fuck when my rut comes about." He joked.
"Don't think with your dick, Garrick." Ghost spoke up, eyes flitting up to the coyote-demihuman who only just snickered with Soap. The two Sergeants already knew Ghost was on edge, could smell the irritation and annoyance off him like it was a pungent cologne.
It grew stronger when a new scent slowly mingled in, followed by footsteps.
Resisting the urge to growl, Ghost slowly sat up while the other two had to refrain from falling over each other to peer over the couch to stare at the door.
"Alright, muppets." Captain Price started as soon as he opened the door, British accent gruff and heavy. "Meet our newest addition to our pack, you." He stepped in and aside, letting them step in next to him. "Ghost, you'll be in charge of 'em until they're ready." He added.
Ghost snapped his head up, glaring at Price as if the stare alone would burn a hole through the Captain's face. The older wolf-demihuman stared back, unrelenting in his authority as pack Alpha.
Slowly, with a low growl of protest in his throat, Ghost backed down and huffed, holding his tongue as Gaz and Soap eagerly got up to greet you.
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