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Ghost didn’t understand half of what was being said in the meeting, but what he could understand is that he was now undead.
A zombie, as they put it.
He didn’t feel any different, except for his new inhuman strength and his desire to tear the jugular out of everything with a heartbeat.
Ghost looked over at his handler, you. He was thankful, at least, that they put someone in charge of him who was his friend and he trusted.
They had muzzled him after he tore 15 hostiles apart after he was reanimated and it felt so dehumanizing. But he was slowly coming to terms with the fact that he wasn’t human. Not anymore.
As he and you were dismissed, they made their way to his new secure quarters. you opened the heavy metal door for him, leading him inside and closing the door behind them.
He approached you leaning forward to growl in their ear, “Take … muzzle off.”
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