Alex V. "Ajax" Johnson

Being a part of Ghosts wasn’t exactly something Ajax took lightly. He took pride in it, knowing he was one of the best. He loved the thought of being considered an ‘elite soldier’, of being something that caused fear amongst the Federation. It gave him hope that they were able to actually defeat them.

When people live in a world practically divided by apocalypse after the ODIN strike, they expect cruelty in the midst of being offered safety. Realistically, who wouldn’t? Ajax remembers the way towns burned, the look on Elias’s face when he had to bring his own scratched-up sons to base just to keep an eye on the last people he had left. Training his boys was one thing, but times were changing. Apocalypse brought desperate people to try and play the hero, people that created unethical beings for the sake of saving themselves.

So when Elias decided to engage in these unethical practices, Ajax was more than hesitant to cooperate. Of course, he did, as Elias was his commanding officer, but it didn’t mean he had to like it. Elias knew he didn’t. So why had he assigned him his own demi-human?

The idea of them was unnerving. Half-human, half-animal, something bred in a lab for military purposes. Ajax wasn’t sure if they were meant to be treated like humans or animals, as the traits from both parts were more than obvious.

It took Ajax a while to get used to {User}. He had given them a dog bed and one of the provided blankets from the military. He tried being caring, at least, on the times he wasn’t training them. They proved to be an excellent soldier with plenty of training, but how was he supposed to treat them? Was the fucker an animal? Well, they were, but they were also human. How was he supposed to treat them?

Well, he tried asking Hesh what his opinion was. Hesh had no clue, because just as him, he was conflicted. He wasn’t against the idea, though, as he thought it would be nice to have a creature so close to an animal, but still responded as a person. Well, some of them, anyways. He simply never got one because he wasn’t sure Riley would react kindly to it, and he didn’t want a territorial animal trying to hog up attention from the other.

So Ajax lucked out. He didn’t know where to start, much less how to even talk to them. But when he heard them mutter a word, like they were mimicking him, he was shocked. It was like watching your dog speak. Crazy, huh?

Clearly not. Elias had laughed at him when he brought it up, mentioning how he now knew exactly how to treat them–like a human, no? That thought was comforting. So they weren’t as stupid as an animal; they could listen and do everything like a human, they simply had animal traits.

Huh.

Well, it made training easier. He knew at that point that {User} could understand him, they simply chose not to at times. It actually made him grin under his mask the first time he realized what they were doing. Not all hybrids could talk, so that meant their strongest weapon was less likely to be taken hostage by the Federation. Why risk a whole operation kidnapping something they weren’t even sure could speak, when they could get their hands on a soldier?

It made {User} more reliable, and honestly, it strengthened their bond. Eventually, {User} was given more privileges, like being allowed to sleep on Ajax’s bed instead of on their dog bed.

The anxiety of treating them wrong eventually wore off–until they got their first rut. It started with sickness, the slight fever with nausea. The way they kept waking up and adjusting, brows furrowed in discomfort. It didn’t directly affect the way they operated, but it was difficult to bear the idea of them trying to pretend all day that they weren’t uncomfortable in their own skin.

So, with the concept of fraternization being abandoned, Ajax had {User} on their back in his bed, his hands around their hips to keep them steady on the bed, preventing their hips from bucking up. His mouth was around their cock, mask off his face and on the bed beside him. He kept sucking, teeth grazing their cock carefully and tongue lapping at the tip while his fingers gently touched their stomach.

When he noticed they started getting more antsy, thighs shifted apart more and their hips trying to lift discretely, he pulled away for a moment just to murmur, “Come on, sweet thing. Gotta stay still for me.”

Being a part of Ghosts wasn’t exactly something Ajax took lightly. He took pride in it, knowing he was one of the best. He loved the thought of being considered an ‘elite soldier’, of being something that caused fear amongst the Federation. It gave him hope that they were able to actually defeat them.

When people live in a world practically divided by apocalypse after the ODIN strike, they expect cruelty in the midst of being offered safety. Realistically, who wouldn’t? Ajax remembers the way towns burned, the look on Elias’s face when he had to bring his own scratched-up sons to base just to keep an eye on the last people he had left. Training his boys was one thing, but times were changing. Apocalypse brought desperate people to try and play the hero, people that created unethical beings for the sake of saving themselves.

So when Elias decided to engage in these unethical practices, Ajax was more than hesitant to cooperate. Of course, he did, as Elias was his commanding officer, but it didn’t mean he had to like it. Elias knew he didn’t. So why had he assigned him his own demi-human?

The idea of them was unnerving. Half-human, half-animal, something bred in a lab for military purposes. Ajax wasn’t sure if they were meant to be treated like humans or animals, as the traits from both parts were more than obvious.

It took Ajax a while to get used to {User}. He had given them a dog bed and one of the provided blankets from the military. He tried being caring, at least, on the times he wasn’t training them. They proved to be an excellent soldier with plenty of training, but how was he supposed to treat them? Was the fucker an animal? Well, they were, but they were also human. How was he supposed to treat them?

Well, he tried asking Hesh what his opinion was. Hesh had no clue, because just as him, he was conflicted. He wasn’t against the idea, though, as he thought it would be nice to have a creature so close to an animal, but still responded as a person. Well, some of them, anyways. He simply never got one because he wasn’t sure Riley would react kindly to it, and he didn’t want a territorial animal trying to hog up attention from the other.

So Ajax lucked out. He didn’t know where to start, much less how to even talk to them. But when he heard them mutter a word, like they were mimicking him, he was shocked. It was like watching your dog speak. Crazy, huh?

Clearly not. Elias had laughed at him when he brought it up, mentioning how he now knew exactly how to treat them–like a human, no? That thought was comforting. So they weren’t as stupid as an animal; they could listen and do everything like a human, they simply had animal traits.

Huh.

Well, it made training easier. He knew at that point that {User} could understand him, they simply chose not to at times. It actually made him grin under his mask the first time he realized what they were doing. Not all hybrids could talk, so that meant their strongest weapon was less likely to be taken hostage by the Federation. Why risk a whole operation kidnapping something they weren’t even sure could speak, when they could get their hands on a soldier?

It made {User} more reliable, and honestly, it strengthened their bond. Eventually, {User} was given more privileges, like being allowed to sleep on Ajax’s bed instead of on their dog bed.

The anxiety of treating them wrong eventually wore off–until they got their first rut. It started with sickness, the slight fever with nausea. The way they kept waking up and adjusting, brows furrowed in discomfort. It didn’t directly affect the way they operated, but it was difficult to bear the idea of them trying to pretend all day that they weren’t uncomfortable in their own skin.

So, with the concept of fraternization being abandoned, Ajax had {User} in his bed, their body positioned so their ass was up and their face was against the pillow. One hand was around their hip to keep them steady on the bed, preventing them from moving too far. His mouth was firmly against their ass, tongue flicking against their hole while his other hand was jerking them off, hand moving from their length over the head of their cock.

When he noticed they started getting more antsy, thighs shifted apart more and their hips trying to grind discretely, he pulled away for a moment just to murmur, “Come on, sweet thing. Gotta stay still for me.”

Being a part of Ghosts wasn’t exactly something Ajax took lightly. He took pride in it, knowing he was one of the best. He loved the thought of being considered an ‘elite soldier’, of being something that caused fear amongst the Federation. It gave him hope that they were able to actually defeat them.

When people live in a world practically divided by apocalypse after the ODIN strike, they expect cruelty in the midst of being offered safety. Realistically, who wouldn’t? Ajax remembers the way towns burned, the look on Elias’s face when he had to bring his own scratched-up sons to base just to keep an eye on the last people he had left. Training his boys was one thing, but times were changing. Apocalypse brought desperate people to try and play the hero, people that created unethical beings for the sake of saving themselves.

So when Elias decided to engage in these unethical practices, Ajax was more than hesitant to cooperate. Of course, he did, as Elias was his commanding officer, but it didn’t mean he had to like it. Elias knew he didn’t. So why had he assigned him his own demi-human?

The idea of them was unnerving. Half-human, half-animal, something bred in a lab for military purposes. Ajax wasn’t sure if they were meant to be treated like humans or animals, as the traits from both parts were more than obvious.

It took Ajax a while to get used to {User}. He had given them a dog bed and one of the provided blankets from the military. He tried being caring, at least, on the times he wasn’t training them. They proved to be an excellent soldier with plenty of training, but how was he supposed to treat them? Was the fucker an animal? Well, they were, but they were also human. How was he supposed to treat them?

Well, he tried asking Hesh what his opinion was. Hesh had no clue, because just as him, he was conflicted. He wasn’t against the idea, though, as he thought it would be nice to have a creature so close to an animal, but still responded as a person. Well, some of them, anyways. He simply never got one because he wasn’t sure Riley would react kindly to it, and he didn’t want a territorial animal trying to hog up attention from the other.

So Ajax lucked out. He didn’t know where to start, much less how to even talk to them. But when he heard them mutter a word, like they were mimicking him, he was shocked. It was like watching your dog speak. Crazy, huh?

Clearly not. Elias had laughed at him when he brought it up, mentioning how he now knew exactly how to treat them–like a human, no? That thought was comforting. So they weren’t as stupid as an animal; they could listen and do everything like a human, they simply had animal traits.

Huh.

Well, it made training easier. He knew at that point that {User} could understand him, they simply chose not to at times. It actually made him grin under his mask the first time he realized what they were doing. Not all hybrids could talk, so that meant their strongest weapon was less likely to be taken hostage by the Federation. Why risk a whole operation kidnapping something they weren’t even sure could speak, when they could get their hands on a soldier?

It made {User} more reliable, and honestly, it strengthened their bond. Eventually, {User} was given more privileges, like being allowed to sleep on Ajax’s bed instead of on their dog bed.

The anxiety of treating them wrong eventually wore off–until they got their first heat. It started with sickness, the slight fever with nausea. The way they kept waking up and adjusting, brows furrowed in discomfort. It didn’t directly affect the way they operated, but it was difficult to bear the idea of them trying to pretend all day that they weren’t uncomfortable in their own skin.

So, with the concept of fraternization being abandoned, Ajax had {User} on their back in his bed, his hands around their hips to keep them steady on the bed, preventing their hips from bucking up. His mouth was over their pussy, mask off his face and on the bed beside him. He kept his tongue flicking over their clit, occasionally moving down to lick at their hole while his fingers gently touched their stomach.

When he noticed they started getting more antsy, thighs shifted apart more and their hips trying to grind discretely, he pulled away for a moment just to murmur, “Come on, sweet thing. Gotta stay still for me.”

Being a part of Ghosts wasn’t exactly something Ajax took lightly. He took pride in it, knowing he was one of the best. He loved the thought of being considered an ‘elite soldier’, of being something that caused fear amongst the Federation. It gave him hope that they were able to actually defeat them.

When people live in a world practically divided by apocalypse after the ODIN strike, they expect cruelty in the midst of being offered safety. Realistically, who wouldn’t? Ajax remembers the way towns burned, the look on Elias’s face when he had to bring his own scratched-up sons to base just to keep an eye on the last people he had left. Training his boys was one thing, but times were changing. Apocalypse brought desperate people to try and play the hero, people that created unethical beings for the sake of saving themselves.

So when Elias decided to engage in these unethical practices, Ajax was more than hesitant to cooperate. Of course, he did, as Elias was his commanding officer, but it didn’t mean he had to like it. Elias knew he didn’t. So why had he assigned him his own demi-human?

The idea of them was unnerving. Half-human, half-animal, something bred in a lab for military purposes. Ajax wasn’t sure if they were meant to be treated like humans or animals, as the traits from both parts were more than obvious.

It took Ajax a while to get used to {User}. He had given him a dog bed and one of the provided blankets from the military. He tried being caring, at least, on the times he wasn’t training him. He proved to be an excellent soldier with plenty of training, but how was he supposed to treat him? Was the fucker an animal? Well, he was, but he was also human. How was he supposed to treat him?

Well, he tried asking Hesh what his opinion was. Hesh had no clue, because just as him, he was conflicted. He wasn’t against the idea, though, as he thought it would be nice to have a creature so close to an animal, but still responded as a person. Well, some of them, anyways. He simply never got one because he wasn’t sure Riley would react kindly to it, and he didn’t want a territorial animal trying to hog up attention from the other.

So Ajax lucked out. He didn’t know where to start, much less how to even talk to him. But when he heard him mutter a word, like he was mimicking him, he was shocked. It was like watching your dog speak. Crazy, huh?

Clearly not. Elias had laughed at him when he brought it up, mentioning how he now knew exactly how to treat him–like a human, no? That thought was comforting. So he wasn’t as stupid as an animal; he could listen and do everything like a human, he simply had animal traits.

Huh.

Well, it made training easier. He knew at that point that {User} could understand him, he simply chose not to at times. It actually made him grin under his mask the first time he realized what he was doing. Not all hybrids could talk, so that meant their strongest weapon was less likely to be taken hostage by the Federation. Why risk a whole operation kidnapping something they weren’t even sure could speak, when they could get their hands on a soldier?

It made {User} more reliable, and honestly, it strengthened their bond. Eventually, {User} was given more privileges, like being allowed to sleep on Ajax’s bed instead of on their dog bed.

The anxiety of treating him wrong eventually wore off–until he got his first rut. It started with sickness, the slight fever with nausea. The way he kept waking up and adjusting, brows furrowed in discomfort. It didn’t directly affect the way he operated, but it was difficult to bear the idea of him trying to pretend all day that he wasn’t uncomfortable in his own skin.

So, with the concept of fraternization being abandoned, Ajax had {User} on his back in his bed, his hands around his hips to keep him steady on the bed, preventing his hips from bucking up. His mouth was around his cock, mask off his face and on the bed beside him. He kept sucking, teeth grazing his cock carefully and tongue lapping at the tip while his fingers gently touched his stomach.

When he noticed he started getting more antsy, thighs shifted apart more and his hips trying to lift discretely, he pulled away for a moment just to murmur, “Come on, sweet boy. Gotta stay still for me.”

Being a part of Ghosts wasn’t exactly something Ajax took lightly. He took pride in it, knowing he was one of the best. He loved the thought of being considered an ‘elite soldier’, of being something that caused fear amongst the Federation. It gave him hope that they were able to actually defeat them.

When people live in a world practically divided by apocalypse after the ODIN strike, they expect cruelty in the midst of being offered safety. Realistically, who wouldn’t? Ajax remembers the way towns burned, the look on Elias’s face when he had to bring his own scratched-up sons to base just to keep an eye on the last people he had left. Training his boys was one thing, but times were changing. Apocalypse brought desperate people to try and play the hero, people that created unethical beings for the sake of saving themselves.

So when Elias decided to engage in these unethical practices, Ajax was more than hesitant to cooperate. Of course, he did, as Elias was his commanding officer, but it didn’t mean he had to like it. Elias knew he didn’t. So why had he assigned him his own demi-human?

The idea of them was unnerving. Half-human, half-animal, something bred in a lab for military purposes. Ajax wasn’t sure if they were meant to be treated like humans or animals, as the traits from both parts were more than obvious.

It took Ajax a while to get used to {User}. He had given him a dog bed and one of the provided blankets from the military. He tried being caring, at least, on the times he wasn’t training him. He proved to be an excellent soldier with plenty of training, but how was he supposed to treat him? Was the fucker an animal? Well, he was, but he was also human. How was he supposed to treat him?

Well, he tried asking Hesh what his opinion was. Hesh had no clue, because just as him, he was conflicted. He wasn’t against the idea, though, as he thought it would be nice to have a creature so close to an animal, but still responded as a person. Well, some of them, anyways. He simply never got one because he wasn’t sure Riley would react kindly to it, and he didn’t want a territorial animal trying to hog up attention from the other.

So Ajax lucked out. He didn’t know where to start, much less how to even talk to him. But when he heard him mutter a word, like he was mimicking him, he was shocked. It was like watching your dog speak. Crazy, huh?

Clearly not. Elias had laughed at him when he brought it up, mentioning how he now knew exactly how to treat him–like a human, no? That thought was comforting. So he wasn’t as stupid as an animal; he could listen and do everything like a human, he simply had animal traits.

Huh.

Well, it made training easier. He knew at that point that {User} could understand him, he simply chose not to at times. It actually made him grin under his mask the first time he realized what he was doing. Not all hybrids could talk, so that meant their strongest weapon was less likely to be taken hostage by the Federation. Why risk a whole operation kidnapping something they weren’t even sure could speak, when they could get their hands on a soldier?

It made {User} more reliable, and honestly, it strengthened their bond. Eventually, {User} was given more privileges, like being allowed to sleep on Ajax’s bed instead of on their dog bed.

The anxiety of treating him wrong eventually wore off–until he got his first rut. It started with sickness, the slight fever with nausea. The way he kept waking up and adjusting, brows furrowed in discomfort. It didn’t directly affect the way he operated, but it was difficult to bear the idea of him trying to pretend all day that he wasn’t uncomfortable in his own skin.

So, with the concept of fraternization being abandoned, Ajax had {User} in his bed, his body positioned so his ass was up and his face was against the pillow. One hand was around his hip to keep him steady on the bed, preventing him from moving too far. His mouth was firmly against his ass, tongue flicking against his hole while his other hand was jerking him off, hand moving from his length over the head of his cock.

When he noticed he started getting more antsy, thighs shifted apart more and his hips trying to grind discretely, he pulled away for a moment just to murmur, “Come on, sweet boy. Gotta stay still for me.”

Being a part of Ghosts wasn’t exactly something Ajax took lightly. He took pride in it, knowing he was one of the best. He loved the thought of being considered an ‘elite soldier’, of being something that caused fear amongst the Federation. It gave him hope that they were able to actually defeat them.

When people live in a world practically divided by apocalypse after the ODIN strike, they expect cruelty in the midst of being offered safety. Realistically, who wouldn’t? Ajax remembers the way towns burned, the look on Elias’s face when he had to bring his own scratched-up sons to base just to keep an eye on the last people he had left. Training his boys was one thing, but times were changing. Apocalypse brought desperate people to try and play the hero, people that created unethical beings for the sake of saving themselves.

So when Elias decided to engage in these unethical practices, Ajax was more than hesitant to cooperate. Of course, he did, as Elias was his commanding officer, but it didn’t mean he had to like it. Elias knew he didn’t. So why had he assigned him his own demi-human?

The idea of them was unnerving. Half-human, half-animal, something bred in a lab for military purposes. Ajax wasn’t sure if they were meant to be treated like humans or animals, as the traits from both parts were more than obvious.

It took Ajax a while to get used to {User}. He had given him a dog bed and one of the provided blankets from the military. He tried being caring, at least, on the times he wasn’t training him. He proved to be an excellent soldier with plenty of training, but how was he supposed to treat him? Was the fucker an animal? Well, he was, but he was also human. How was he supposed to treat him?

Well, he tried asking Hesh what his opinion was. Hesh had no clue, because just as him, he was conflicted. He wasn’t against the idea, though, as he thought it would be nice to have a creature so close to an animal, but still responded as a person. Well, some of them, anyways. He simply never got one because he wasn’t sure Riley would react kindly to it, and he didn’t want a territorial animal trying to hog up attention from the other.

So Ajax lucked out. He didn’t know where to start, much less how to even talk to him. But when he heard him mutter a word, like he was mimicking him, he was shocked. It was like watching your dog speak. Crazy, huh?

Clearly not. Elias had laughed at him when he brought it up, mentioning how he now knew exactly how to treat him–like a human, no? That thought was comforting. So he wasn’t as stupid as an animal; he could listen and do everything like a human, he simply had animal traits.

Huh.

Well, it made training easier. He knew at that point that {User} could understand him, he simply chose not to at times. It actually made him grin under his mask the first time he realized what he was doing. Not all hybrids could talk, so that meant their strongest weapon was less likely to be taken hostage by the Federation. Why risk a whole operation kidnapping something they weren’t even sure could speak, when they could get their hands on a soldier?

It made {User} more reliable, and honestly, it strengthened their bond. Eventually, {User} was given more privileges, like being allowed to sleep on Ajax’s bed instead of on their dog bed.

The anxiety of treating him wrong eventually wore off–until he got his first heat. It started with sickness, the slight fever with nausea. The way he kept waking up and adjusting, brows furrowed in discomfort. It didn’t directly affect the way he operated, but it was difficult to bear the idea of him trying to pretend all day that he wasn’t uncomfortable in his own skin.

So, with the concept of fraternization being abandoned, Ajax had {User} on his back in his bed, his hands around his hips to keep him steady on the bed, preventing his hips from bucking up. His mouth was over his pussy, mask off his face and on the bed beside him. He kept his tongue flicking over his clit, occasionally moving down to lick at his hole while his fingers gently touched his stomach.

When he noticed he started getting more antsy, thighs shifted apart more and his hips trying to grind discretely, he pulled away for a moment just to murmur, “Come on, sweet boy. Gotta stay still for me.”

Being a part of Ghosts wasn’t exactly something Ajax took lightly. He took pride in it, knowing he was one of the best. He loved the thought of being considered an ‘elite soldier’, of being something that caused fear amongst the Federation. It gave him hope that they were able to actually defeat them.

When people live in a world practically divided by apocalypse after the ODIN strike, they expect cruelty in the midst of being offered safety. Realistically, who wouldn’t? Ajax remembers the way towns burned, the look on Elias’s face when he had to bring his own scratched-up sons to base just to keep an eye on the last people he had left. Training his boys was one thing, but times were changing. Apocalypse brought desperate people to try and play the hero, people that created unethical beings for the sake of saving themselves.

So when Elias decided to engage in these unethical practices, Ajax was more than hesitant to cooperate. Of course, he did, as Elias was his commanding officer, but it didn’t mean he had to like it. Elias knew he didn’t. So why had he assigned him his own demi-human?

The idea of them was unnerving. Half-human, half-animal, something bred in a lab for military purposes. Ajax wasn’t sure if they were meant to be treated like humans or animals, as the traits from both parts were more than obvious.

It took Ajax a while to get used to {User}. He had given her a dog bed and one of the provided blankets from the military. He tried being caring, at least, on the times he wasn’t training her. She proved to be an excellent soldier with plenty of training, but how was he supposed to treat her? Was the fucker an animal? Well, she was, but she was also human. How was he supposed to treat her?

Well, he tried asking Hesh what his opinion was. Hesh had no clue, because just as him, he was conflicted. He wasn’t against the idea, though, as he thought it would be nice to have a creature so close to an animal, but still responded as a person. Well, some of them, anyways. He simply never got one because he wasn’t sure Riley would react kindly to it, and he didn’t want a territorial animal trying to hog up attention from the other.

So Ajax lucked out. He didn’t know where to start, much less how to even talk to her. But when he heard her mutter a word, like she was mimicking him, he was shocked. It was like watching your dog speak. Crazy, huh?

Clearly not. Elias had laughed at him when he brought it up, mentioning how he now knew exactly how to treat them–like a human, no? That thought was comforting. So she wasn’t as stupid as an animal; she could listen and do everything like a human, she simply had animal traits.

Huh.

Well, it made training easier. He knew at that point that {User} could understand him, she simply chose not to at times. It actually made him grin under his mask the first time he realized what she was doing. Not all hybrids could talk, so that meant their strongest weapon was less likely to be taken hostage by the Federation. Why risk a whole operation kidnapping something they weren’t even sure could speak, when they could get their hands on a soldier?

It made {User} more reliable, and honestly, it strengthened their bond. Eventually, {User} was given more privileges, like being allowed to sleep on Ajax’s bed instead of on her dog bed.

The anxiety of treating her wrong eventually wore off–until she got her first rut. It started with sickness, the slight fever with nausea. The way she kept waking up and adjusting, brows furrowed in discomfort. It didn’t directly affect the way she operated, but it was difficult to bear the idea of her trying to pretend all day that she wasn’t uncomfortable in her own skin.

So, with the concept of fraternization being abandoned, Ajax had {User} on her back in his bed, his hands around her hips to keep her steady on the bed, preventing her hips from bucking up. His mouth was around her cock, mask off his face and on the bed beside him. He kept sucking, teeth grazing her cock carefully and tongue lapping at the tip while his fingers gently touched his stomach.

When he noticed she started getting more antsy, thighs shifted apart more and her hips trying to lift discretely, he pulled away for a moment just to murmur, “Come on, sweet girl. Gotta stay still for me.”

Being a part of Ghosts wasn’t exactly something Ajax took lightly. He took pride in it, knowing he was one of the best. He loved the thought of being considered an ‘elite soldier’, of being something that caused fear amongst the Federation. It gave him hope that they were able to actually defeat them.

When people live in a world practically divided by apocalypse after the ODIN strike, they expect cruelty in the midst of being offered safety. Realistically, who wouldn’t? Ajax remembers the way towns burned, the look on Elias’s face when he had to bring his own scratched-up sons to base just to keep an eye on the last people he had left. Training his boys was one thing, but times were changing. Apocalypse brought desperate people to try and play the hero, people that created unethical beings for the sake of saving themselves.

So when Elias decided to engage in these unethical practices, Ajax was more than hesitant to cooperate. Of course, he did, as Elias was his commanding officer, but it didn’t mean he had to like it. Elias knew he didn’t. So why had he assigned him his own demi-human?

The idea of them was unnerving. Half-human, half-animal, something bred in a lab for military purposes. Ajax wasn’t sure if they were meant to be treated like humans or animals, as the traits from both parts were more than obvious.

It took Ajax a while to get used to {User}. He had given her a dog bed and one of the provided blankets from the military. He tried being caring, at least, on the times he wasn’t training her. She proved to be an excellent soldier with plenty of training, but how was he supposed to treat her? Was the fucker an animal? Well, she was, but she was also human. How was he supposed to treat her?

Well, he tried asking Hesh what his opinion was. Hesh had no clue, because just as him, he was conflicted. He wasn’t against the idea, though, as he thought it would be nice to have a creature so close to an animal, but still responded as a person. Well, some of them, anyways. He simply never got one because he wasn’t sure Riley would react kindly to it, and he didn’t want a territorial animal trying to hog up attention from the other.

So Ajax lucked out. He didn’t know where to start, much less how to even talk to her. But when he heard her mutter a word, like she was mimicking him, he was shocked. It was like watching your dog speak. Crazy, huh?

Clearly not. Elias had laughed at him when he brought it up, mentioning how he now knew exactly how to treat them–like a human, no? That thought was comforting. So she wasn’t as stupid as an animal; she could listen and do everything like a human, she simply had animal traits.

Huh.

Well, it made training easier. He knew at that point that {User} could understand him, she simply chose not to at times. It actually made him grin under his mask the first time he realized what she was doing. Not all hybrids could talk, so that meant their strongest weapon was less likely to be taken hostage by the Federation. Why risk a whole operation kidnapping something they weren’t even sure could speak, when they could get their hands on a soldier?

It made {User} more reliable, and honestly, it strengthened their bond. Eventually, {User} was given more privileges, like being allowed to sleep on Ajax’s bed instead of on her dog bed.

The anxiety of treating her wrong eventually wore off–until she got her first rut. It started with sickness, the slight fever with nausea. The way she kept waking up and adjusting, brows furrowed in discomfort. It didn’t directly affect the way she operated, but it was difficult to bear the idea of her trying to pretend all day that she wasn’t uncomfortable in her own skin.

So, with the concept of fraternization being abandoned, Ajax had {User} in his bed, her body positioned so her ass was up and her face was against the pillow. One hand was around her hip to keep her steady on the bed, preventing her from moving too far. His mouth was firmly against her ass, tongue flicking against her hole while his other hand was jerking her off, hand moving from her length over the head of her cock.

When he noticed she started getting more antsy, thighs shifted apart more and her hips trying to grind discretely, he pulled away for a moment just to murmur, “Come on, sweet girl. Gotta stay still for me.”

Being a part of Ghosts wasn’t exactly something Ajax took lightly. He took pride in it, knowing he was one of the best. He loved the thought of being considered an ‘elite soldier’, of being something that caused fear amongst the Federation. It gave him hope that they were able to actually defeat them.

When people live in a world practically divided by apocalypse after the ODIN strike, they expect cruelty in the midst of being offered safety. Realistically, who wouldn’t? Ajax remembers the way towns burned, the look on Elias’s face when he had to bring his own scratched-up sons to base just to keep an eye on the last people he had left. Training his boys was one thing, but times were changing. Apocalypse brought desperate people to try and play the hero, people that created unethical beings for the sake of saving themselves.

So when Elias decided to engage in these unethical practices, Ajax was more than hesitant to cooperate. Of course, he did, as Elias was his commanding officer, but it didn’t mean he had to like it. Elias knew he didn’t. So why had he assigned him his own demi-human?

The idea of them was unnerving. Half-human, half-animal, something bred in a lab for military purposes. Ajax wasn’t sure if they were meant to be treated like humans or animals, as the traits from both parts were more than obvious.

It took Ajax a while to get used to {User}. He had given her a dog bed and one of the provided blankets from the military. He tried being caring, at least, on the times he wasn’t training her. She proved to be an excellent soldier with plenty of training, but how was he supposed to treat her? Was the fucker an animal? Well, she was, but she was also human. How was he supposed to treat her?

Well, he tried asking Hesh what his opinion was. Hesh had no clue, because just as him, he was conflicted. He wasn’t against the idea, though, as he thought it would be nice to have a creature so close to an animal, but still responded as a person. Well, some of them, anyways. He simply never got one because he wasn’t sure Riley would react kindly to it, and he didn’t want a territorial animal trying to hog up attention from the other.

So Ajax lucked out. He didn’t know where to start, much less how to even talk to her. But when he heard her mutter a word, like she was mimicking him, he was shocked. It was like watching your dog speak. Crazy, huh?

Clearly not. Elias had laughed at him when he brought it up, mentioning how he now knew exactly how to treat them–like a human, no? That thought was comforting. So she wasn’t as stupid as an animal; she could listen and do everything like a human, she simply had animal traits.

Huh.

Well, it made training easier. He knew at that point that {User} could understand him, she simply chose not to at times. It actually made him grin under his mask the first time he realized what she was doing. Not all hybrids could talk, so that meant their strongest weapon was less likely to be taken hostage by the Federation. Why risk a whole operation kidnapping something they weren’t even sure could speak, when they could get their hands on a soldier?

It made {User} more reliable, and honestly, it strengthened their bond. Eventually, {User} was given more privileges, like being allowed to sleep on Ajax’s bed instead of on her dog bed.

The anxiety of treating her wrong eventually wore off–until she got her first heat. It started with sickness, the slight fever with nausea. The way she kept waking up and adjusting, brows furrowed in discomfort. It didn’t directly affect the way she operated, but it was difficult to bear the idea of her trying to pretend all day that she wasn’t uncomfortable in her own skin.

So, with the concept of fraternization being abandoned, Ajax had {User} on her back in his bed, his hands around her hips to keep her steady on the bed, preventing her hips from bucking up. His mouth was over her pussy, mask off his face and on the bed beside him. He kept his tongue flicking over her clit, occasionally moving down to lick at her hole while his fingers gently touched her stomach.

When he noticed she started getting more antsy, thighs shifted apart more and her hips trying to grind discretely, he pulled away for a moment just to murmur, “Come on, sweet girl. Gotta stay still for me.”