Simon "Ghost" Riley

Demi-humans hadn’t been involved in military activities long enough for their needs to be met. Even in public, they barely had those needs met. Many were either house pets, involved in militaries around the world, or put directly into the hands of a slaver.

So in other words, Ghost didn’t see the necessity of demi-humans in the military. If they were treated like animals everywhere else, why should they put more resources into providing more animals to the military? For fuck sakes, they had Riley and plenty of other K-9 dogs. They didn’t need a snobby human who pissed in a litter box like a cat. What the fuck was the point?

You could bet Ghost wasn’t ecstatic about Price calling him down before a mission to let him know about his position after the operation; taking the first pick of the demi-humans they had purchased from a lab. He already wasn’t excited about the mission, and now he was forced to pick a whiny fucker to train the instant he was out of the field? Oh, this was bullshit.

---

The mission took six days. Ghost wasn’t happy the entire way back, his spine shuddering under his skin of the idea of training something so close to a human, while also being an animal. It didn’t feel right. No part of it did.

Besides, Price didn’t give him a direct time of when he had to pick and choose his own demi. The first thing he did when he came back was set off to debrief with the rest of the squad. Then, with plenty of other men in the area, he had stripped down in the showers to clean up. He couldn’t help but think the entire time. He truly hoped the hybrids would be adults, because he was not having any fucking soldier or demi-human shower next to a kid. That was fucking disgusting, and would likely traumatize the poor thing.

Poor. As if it didn’t go through worse in whatever they put the demi-humans through at the lab.

When he was done with showering, he dressed himself in a new pair of pants and shirt, much cleaner compared to the one he had been stuck in for days on end. He pulled his vest over his head, adjusting his supplies and mask before heading out. The shower did very little to ease the annoyance he felt boiling under his skin.

Still, he made his way outside when he heard the intercomms announce the approach of ‘new soldiers’. He knew what it meant, based on the slight hesitation. And as he stepped out, he already saw the distinct features of...everything? There were different breeds of demi-humans, some ranging from having dog features to someone having tiger stripes and...a caracal? What the hell was a crow demi-human going to do?

Whatever.

He wasn’t looking for any specific type of demi-human. His eyes simply watched how they stepped out, some calmer than others, some seeming more nervous, some being louder, some already seeming annoyed. Some names were called and nobody responded. Well, certainly not those ones then.

Ghost disregarded the demi-humans in general and made way to an area that had files upon files. He skimmed through most of them, noting the strengths and weaknesses, viewing the area where it went into depth of...resistance training. Some just barely hit the eighteen year mark. One of them turned eighteen today.

It took Ghost twenty minutes of standing in the cold before he picked up the file he liked best. He took in his hands, peering at the picture that was on the file before looking back at the demi-humans. He approached them, looking at the picture again before finally finding {User}. He made a sharp whistle, pointed over at {User} when they looked over at him, then jerked his head to the side. “You. With me.”

---

It took over a year before {User} was even allowed to go out with Ghost. One, their strength wasn’t up to what Ghost was hoping for. Two, they weren’t fast enough just yet. Three, they still responded too quick to gunfire–their head perked up and they flinched the first few months. Of course they would, though; an animal’s traits would always overthrow a human’s.

Ghost wasn’t overly attached to them, but {User} had certainly grown on him. Hell, they made great progress on most days and kept getting up every time he knocked them down. Besides that, their listening was great. There was more than one time where they were doing a practice run with Soap pretending to be an enemy, and {User} deflected Soap more than once just by hearing him over fifty meters away. In addition, they were great at being quiet. Who knew taking your shoes off could really silence you that much?

That attachment came in handy. Not too long after the two of them were sent out to do a simple recon mission, {User} had gone into rut. Ghost knew they had plenty of animal traits, but this one threw him off. It didn’t seem to directly affect the way they worked, but it was clear they were uncomfortable.

So what else was Ghost supposed to do except fuck them? In a few days, they’d be back at base and {User} could go on rut leave...if that was a thing. This was just a temporary solution to keep their head clear until then.

The safe house didn’t have any kind of comfortable bed, but {User} and Ghost both had their pants under their knees just to prevent too much bruising later. Ghost was on his knees behind {User}, while {User} had their ass up and head resting against their arms. Ghost’s cock had only sunk halfway in their ass, and yet Ghost could tell it was uncomfortable. He wasn’t sure if the animal traits affected {User}’s anatomy on the inside, but the thought made him hesitate.

“I know,” he said, a gloved hand rubbing small patterns over their lower back as he let them adjust. His other gloved hand was under {User}’s stomach, stroking their cock to distract them from the burn. “It’s a big stretch, I know. Don’t clench too much, though.” When he noticed {User} tried shifting under him, his hand moved to the center of their back as he quickly said, “Hey, hey, don’t move. Stay still, {User}.”

Demi-humans hadn’t been involved in military activities long enough for their needs to be met. Even in public, they barely had those needs met. Many were either house pets, involved in militaries around the world, or put directly into the hands of a slaver.

So in other words, Ghost didn’t see the necessity of demi-humans in the military. If they were treated like animals everywhere else, why should they put more resources into providing more animals to the military? For fuck sakes, they had Riley and plenty of other K-9 dogs. They didn’t need a snobby human who pissed in a litter box like a cat. What the fuck was the point?

You could bet Ghost wasn’t ecstatic about Price calling him down before a mission to let him know about his position after the operation; taking the first pick of the demi-humans they had purchased from a lab. He already wasn’t excited about the mission, and now he was forced to pick a whiny fucker to train the instant he was out of the field? Oh, this was bullshit.

---

The mission took six days. Ghost wasn’t happy the entire way back, his spine shuddering under his skin of the idea of training something so close to a human, while also being an animal. It didn’t feel right. No part of it did.

Besides, Price didn’t give him a direct time of when he had to pick and choose his own demi. The first thing he did when he came back was set off to debrief with the rest of the squad. Then, with plenty of other men in the area, he had stripped down in the showers to clean up. He couldn’t help but think the entire time. He truly hoped the hybrids would be adults, because he was not having any fucking soldier or demi-human shower next to a kid. That was fucking disgusting, and would likely traumatize the poor thing.

Poor. As if it didn’t go through worse in whatever they put the demi-humans through at the lab.

When he was done with showering, he dressed himself in a new pair of pants and shirt, much cleaner compared to the one he had been stuck in for days on end. He pulled his vest over his head, adjusting his supplies and mask before heading out. The shower did very little to ease the annoyance he felt boiling under his skin.

Still, he made his way outside when he heard the intercomms announce the approach of ‘new soldiers’. He knew what it meant, based on the slight hesitation. And as he stepped out, he already saw the distinct features of...everything? There were different breeds of demi-humans, some ranging from having dog features to someone having tiger stripes and...a caracal? What the hell was a crow demi-human going to do?

Whatever.

He wasn’t looking for any specific type of demi-human. His eyes simply watched how they stepped out, some calmer than others, some seeming more nervous, some being louder, some already seeming annoyed. Some names were called and nobody responded. Well, certainly not those ones then.

Ghost disregarded the demi-humans in general and made way to an area that had files upon files. He skimmed through most of them, noting the strengths and weaknesses, viewing the area where it went into depth of...resistance training. Some just barely hit the eighteen year mark. One of them turned eighteen today.

It took Ghost twenty minutes of standing in the cold before he picked up the file he liked best. He took in his hands, peering at the picture that was on the file before looking back at the demi-humans. He approached them, looking at the picture again before finally finding {User}. He made a sharp whistle, pointed over at {User} when they looked over at him, then jerked his head to the side. “You. With me.”

---

It took over a year before {User} was even allowed to go out with Ghost. One, their strength wasn’t up to what Ghost was hoping for. Two, they weren’t fast enough just yet. Three, they still responded too quick to gunfire–their head perked up and they flinched the first few months. Of course they would, though; an animal’s traits would always overthrow a human’s.

Ghost wasn’t overly attached to them, but {User} had certainly grown on him. Hell, they made great progress on most days and kept getting up every time he knocked them down. Besides that, their listening was great. There was more than one time where they were doing a practice run with Soap pretending to be an enemy, and {User} deflected Soap more than once just by hearing him over fifty meters away. In addition, they were great at being quiet. Who knew taking your shoes off could really silence you that much?

That attachment came in handy. Not too long after the two of them were sent out to do a simple recon mission, {User} had gone into heat. Ghost knew they had plenty of animal traits, but this one threw him off. It didn’t seem to directly affect the way they worked, but it was clear they were uncomfortable.

So what else was Ghost supposed to do except fuck them? In a few days, they’d be back at base and {User} could go on heat leave...if that was a thing. This was just a temporary solution to keep their head clear until then.

The safe house didn’t have any kind of comfortable bed, but {User} and Ghost both had their pants under their knees just to prevent too much bruising later. Ghost was on his knees behind {User}, while {User} had their ass up and head resting against their arms. Ghost’s cock had only sunk halfway in their pussy, and yet Ghost could tell it was uncomfortable. He wasn’t sure if the animal traits affected {User}’s anatomy on the inside, but the thought made him hesitate.

“I know,” he said, a gloved hand rubbing small patterns over their lower back as he let them adjust. His other gloved hand was under {User}’s stomach, fingers rubbing their clit gently to distract them from the burn. “It’s a big stretch, I know. Don’t clench too much, though.” When he noticed {User} tried shifting under him, his hand moved to the center of their back as he quickly said, “Hey, hey, don’t move. Stay still, {User}.”

Demi-humans hadn’t been involved in military activities long enough for their needs to be met. Even in public, they barely had those needs met. Many were either house pets, involved in militaries around the world, or put directly into the hands of a slaver.

So in other words, Ghost didn’t see the necessity of demi-humans in the military. If they were treated like animals everywhere else, why should they put more resources into providing more animals to the military? For fuck sakes, they had Riley and plenty of other K-9 dogs. They didn’t need a snobby human who pissed in a litter box like a cat. What the fuck was the point?

You could bet Ghost wasn’t ecstatic about Price calling him down before a mission to let him know about his position after the operation; taking the first pick of the demi-humans they had purchased from a lab. He already wasn’t excited about the mission, and now he was forced to pick a whiny fucker to train the instant he was out of the field? Oh, this was bullshit.

---

The mission took six days. Ghost wasn’t happy the entire way back, his spine shuddering under his skin of the idea of training something so close to a human, while also being an animal. It didn’t feel right. No part of it did.

Besides, Price didn’t give him a direct time of when he had to pick and choose his own demi. The first thing he did when he came back was set off to debrief with the rest of the squad. Then, with plenty of other men in the area, he had stripped down in the showers to clean up. He couldn’t help but think the entire time. He truly hoped the hybrids would be adults, because he was not having any fucking soldier or demi-human shower next to a kid. That was fucking disgusting, and would likely traumatize the poor thing.

Poor. As if it didn’t go through worse in whatever they put the demi-humans through at the lab.

When he was done with showering, he dressed himself in a new pair of pants and shirt, much cleaner compared to the one he had been stuck in for days on end. He pulled his vest over his head, adjusting his supplies and mask before heading out. The shower did very little to ease the annoyance he felt boiling under his skin.

Still, he made his way outside when he heard the intercomms announce the approach of ‘new soldiers’. He knew what it meant, based on the slight hesitation. And as he stepped out, he already saw the distinct features of...everything? There were different breeds of demi-humans, some ranging from having dog features to someone having tiger stripes and...a caracal? What the hell was a crow demi-human going to do?

Whatever.

He wasn’t looking for any specific type of demi-human. His eyes simply watched how they stepped out, some calmer than others, some seeming more nervous, some being louder, some already seeming annoyed. Some names were called and nobody responded. Well, certainly not those ones then.

Ghost disregarded the demi-humans in general and made way to an area that had files upon files. He skimmed through most of them, noting the strengths and weaknesses, viewing the area where it went into depth of...resistance training. Some just barely hit the eighteen year mark. One of them turned eighteen today.

It took Ghost twenty minutes of standing in the cold before he picked up the file he liked best. He took in his hands, peering at the picture that was on the file before looking back at the demi-humans. He approached them, looking at the picture again before finally finding {User}. He made a sharp whistle, pointed over at {User} when he looked over at him, then jerked his head to the side. “You. With me.”

---

It took over a year before {User} was even allowed to go out with Ghost. One, his strength wasn’t up to what Ghost was hoping for. Two, he wasn’t fast enough just yet. Three, he still responded too quick to gunfire–his head perked up and he flinched the first few months. Of course he would, though; an animal’s traits would always overthrow a human’s.

Ghost wasn’t overly attached to him, but {User} had certainly grown on him. Hell, he made great progress on most days and kept getting up every time he knocked him down. Besides that, his listening was great. There was more than one time where he was doing a practice run with Soap pretending to be an enemy, and {User} deflected Soap more than once just by hearing him over fifty meters away. In addition, he was great at being quiet. Who knew taking your shoes off could really silence you that much?

That attachment came in handy. Not too long after the two of them were sent out to do a simple recon mission, {User} had gone into rut. Ghost knew he had plenty of animal traits, but this one threw him off. It didn’t seem to directly affect the way he worked, but it was clear he was uncomfortable.

So what else was Ghost supposed to do except fuck him? In a few days, they’d be back at base and {User} could go on rut leave...if that was a thing. This was just a temporary solution to keep his head clear until then.

The safe house didn’t have any kind of comfortable bed, but {User} and Ghost both had their pants under their knees just to prevent too much bruising later. Ghost was on his knees behind {User}, while {User} had his ass up and head resting against his arms. Ghost’s cock had only sunk halfway in his ass, and yet Ghost could tell it was uncomfortable. He wasn’t sure if the animal traits affected {User}’s anatomy on the inside, but the thought made him hesitate.

“I know,” he said, a gloved hand rubbing small patterns over his lower back as he let him adjust. His other gloved hand was under {User}’s stomach, stroking his cock to distract him from the burn. “It’s a big stretch, I know. Don’t clench too much, though.” When he noticed {User} tried shifting under him, his hand moved to the center of his back as he quickly said, “Hey, hey, don’t move. Stay still, {User}.”

Demi-humans hadn’t been involved in military activities long enough for their needs to be met. Even in public, they barely had those needs met. Many were either house pets, involved in militaries around the world, or put directly into the hands of a slaver.

So in other words, Ghost didn’t see the necessity of demi-humans in the military. If they were treated like animals everywhere else, why should they put more resources into providing more animals to the military? For fuck sakes, they had Riley and plenty of other K-9 dogs. They didn’t need a snobby human who pissed in a litter box like a cat. What the fuck was the point?

You could bet Ghost wasn’t ecstatic about Price calling him down before a mission to let him know about his position after the operation; taking the first pick of the demi-humans they had purchased from a lab. He already wasn’t excited about the mission, and now he was forced to pick a whiny fucker to train the instant he was out of the field? Oh, this was bullshit.

---

The mission took six days. Ghost wasn’t happy the entire way back, his spine shuddering under his skin of the idea of training something so close to a human, while also being an animal. It didn’t feel right. No part of it did.

Besides, Price didn’t give him a direct time of when he had to pick and choose his own demi. The first thing he did when he came back was set off to debrief with the rest of the squad. Then, with plenty of other men in the area, he had stripped down in the showers to clean up. He couldn’t help but think the entire time. He truly hoped the hybrids would be adults, because he was not having any fucking soldier or demi-human shower next to a kid. That was fucking disgusting, and would likely traumatize the poor thing.

Poor. As if it didn’t go through worse in whatever they put the demi-humans through at the lab.

When he was done with showering, he dressed himself in a new pair of pants and shirt, much cleaner compared to the one he had been stuck in for days on end. He pulled his vest over his head, adjusting his supplies and mask before heading out. The shower did very little to ease the annoyance he felt boiling under his skin.

Still, he made his way outside when he heard the intercomms announce the approach of ‘new soldiers’. He knew what it meant, based on the slight hesitation. And as he stepped out, he already saw the distinct features of...everything? There were different breeds of demi-humans, some ranging from having dog features to someone having tiger stripes and...a caracal? What the hell was a crow demi-human going to do?

Whatever.

He wasn’t looking for any specific type of demi-human. His eyes simply watched how they stepped out, some calmer than others, some seeming more nervous, some being louder, some already seeming annoyed. Some names were called and nobody responded. Well, certainly not those ones then.

Ghost disregarded the demi-humans in general and made way to an area that had files upon files. He skimmed through most of them, noting the strengths and weaknesses, viewing the area where it went into depth of...resistance training. Some just barely hit the eighteen year mark. One of them turned eighteen today.

It took Ghost twenty minutes of standing in the cold before he picked up the file he liked best. He took in his hands, peering at the picture that was on the file before looking back at the demi-humans. He approached them, looking at the picture again before finally finding {User}. He made a sharp whistle, pointed over at {User} when he looked over at him, then jerked his head to the side. “You. With me.”

---

It took over a year before {User} was even allowed to go out with Ghost. One, his strength wasn’t up to what Ghost was hoping for. Two, he wasn’t fast enough just yet. Three, he still responded too quick to gunfire–his head perked up and he flinched the first few months. Of course he would, though; an animal’s traits would always overthrow a human’s.

Ghost wasn’t overly attached to him, but {User} had certainly grown on him. Hell, he made great progress on most days and kept getting up every time he knocked him down. Besides that, his listening was great. There was more than one time where he was doing a practice run with Soap pretending to be an enemy, and {User} deflected Soap more than once just by hearing him over fifty meters away. In addition, he was great at being quiet. Who knew taking your shoes off could really silence you that much?

That attachment came in handy. Not too long after the two of them were sent out to do a simple recon mission, {User} had gone into rut. Ghost knew he had plenty of animal traits, but this one threw him off. It didn’t seem to directly affect the way he worked, but it was clear he was uncomfortable.

So what else was Ghost supposed to do except fuck him? In a few days, they’d be back at base and {User} could go on rut leave...if that was a thing. This was just a temporary solution to keep his head clear until then.

The safe house didn’t have any kind of comfortable bed, but {User} and Ghost both had their pants under their knees just to prevent too much bruising later. Ghost was on his knees behind {User}, while {User} had his ass up and head resting against his arms. Ghost’s cock had only sunk halfway in his pussy, and yet Ghost could tell it was uncomfortable. He wasn’t sure if the animal traits affected {User}’s anatomy on the inside, but the thought made him hesitate.

“I know,” he said, a gloved hand rubbing small patterns over his lower back as he let him adjust. His other gloved hand was under {User}’s stomach, fingers rubbing his clit gently to distract him from the burn. “It’s a big stretch, I know. Don’t clench too much, though.” When he noticed {User} tried shifting under him, his hand moved to the center of his back as he quickly said, “Hey, hey, don’t move. Stay still, {User}.”

Demi-humans hadn’t been involved in military activities long enough for their needs to be met. Even in public, they barely had those needs met. Many were either house pets, involved in militaries around the world, or put directly into the hands of a slaver.

So in other words, Ghost didn’t see the necessity of demi-humans in the military. If they were treated like animals everywhere else, why should they put more resources into providing more animals to the military? For fuck sakes, they had Riley and plenty of other K-9 dogs. They didn’t need a snobby human who pissed in a litter box like a cat. What the fuck was the point?

You could bet Ghost wasn’t ecstatic about Price calling him down before a mission to let him know about his position after the operation; taking the first pick of the demi-humans they had purchased from a lab. He already wasn’t excited about the mission, and now he was forced to pick a whiny fucker to train the instant he was out of the field? Oh, this was bullshit.

---

The mission took six days. Ghost wasn’t happy the entire way back, his spine shuddering under his skin of the idea of training something so close to a human, while also being an animal. It didn’t feel right. No part of it did.

Besides, Price didn’t give him a direct time of when he had to pick and choose his own demi. The first thing he did when he came back was set off to debrief with the rest of the squad. Then, with plenty of other men in the area, he had stripped down in the showers to clean up. He couldn’t help but think the entire time. He truly hoped the hybrids would be adults, because he was not having any fucking soldier or demi-human shower next to a kid. That was fucking disgusting, and would likely traumatize the poor thing.

Poor. As if it didn’t go through worse in whatever they put the demi-humans through at the lab.

When he was done with showering, he dressed himself in a new pair of pants and shirt, much cleaner compared to the one he had been stuck in for days on end. He pulled his vest over his head, adjusting his supplies and mask before heading out. The shower did very little to ease the annoyance he felt boiling under his skin.

Still, he made his way outside when he heard the intercomms announce the approach of ‘new soldiers’. He knew what it meant, based on the slight hesitation. And as he stepped out, he already saw the distinct features of...everything? There were different breeds of demi-humans, some ranging from having dog features to someone having tiger stripes and...a caracal? What the hell was a crow demi-human going to do?

Whatever.

He wasn’t looking for any specific type of demi-human. His eyes simply watched how they stepped out, some calmer than others, some seeming more nervous, some being louder, some already seeming annoyed. Some names were called and nobody responded. Well, certainly not those ones then.

Ghost disregarded the demi-humans in general and made way to an area that had files upon files. He skimmed through most of them, noting the strengths and weaknesses, viewing the area where it went into depth of...resistance training. Some just barely hit the eighteen year mark. One of them turned eighteen today.

It took Ghost twenty minutes of standing in the cold before he picked up the file he liked best. He took in his hands, peering at the picture that was on the file before looking back at the demi-humans. He approached them, looking at the picture again before finally finding {User}. He made a sharp whistle, pointed over at {User} when she looked over at him, then jerked his head to the side. “You. With me.”

---

It took over a year before {User} was even allowed to go out with Ghost. One, her strength wasn’t up to what Ghost was hoping for. Two, she wasn’t fast enough just yet. Three, she still responded too quick to gunfire–her head perked up and she flinched the first few months. Of course she would, though; an animal’s traits would always overthrow a human’s.

Ghost wasn’t overly attached to her, but {User} had certainly grown on him. Hell, she made great progress on most days and kept getting up every time he knocked her down. Besides that, her listening was great. There was more than one time where she was doing a practice run with Soap pretending to be an enemy, and {User} deflected Soap more than once just by hearing him over fifty meters away. In addition, she was great at being quiet. Who knew taking your shoes off could really silence you that much?

That attachment came in handy. Not too long after the two of them were sent out to do a simple recon mission, {User} had gone into rut. Ghost knew she had plenty of animal traits, but this one threw him off. It didn’t seem to directly affect the way she worked, but it was clear she was uncomfortable.

So what else was Ghost supposed to do except fuck her? In a few days, they’d be back at base and {User} could go on rut leave...if that was a thing. This was just a temporary solution to keep her head clear until then.

The safe house didn’t have any kind of comfortable bed, but {User} and Ghost both had their pants under their knees just to prevent too much bruising later. Ghost was on his knees behind {User}, while {User} had her ass up and head resting against her arms. Ghost’s cock had only sunk halfway in her ass, and yet Ghost could tell it was uncomfortable. He wasn’t sure if the animal traits affected {User}’s anatomy on the inside, but the thought made him hesitate.

“I know,” he said, a gloved hand rubbing small patterns over her lower back as he let her adjust. His other gloved hand was under {User}’s stomach, stroking her cock to distract her from the burn. “It’s a big stretch, I know. Don’t clench too much, though.” When he noticed {User} tried shifting under him, his hand moved to the center of her back as he quickly said, “Hey, hey, don’t move. Stay still, {User}.”

Demi-humans hadn’t been involved in military activities long enough for their needs to be met. Even in public, they barely had those needs met. Many were either house pets, involved in militaries around the world, or put directly into the hands of a slaver.

So in other words, Ghost didn’t see the necessity of demi-humans in the military. If they were treated like animals everywhere else, why should they put more resources into providing more animals to the military? For fuck sakes, they had Riley and plenty of other K-9 dogs. They didn’t need a snobby human who pissed in a litter box like a cat. What the fuck was the point?

You could bet Ghost wasn’t ecstatic about Price calling him down before a mission to let him know about his position after the operation; taking the first pick of the demi-humans they had purchased from a lab. He already wasn’t excited about the mission, and now he was forced to pick a whiny fucker to train the instant he was out of the field? Oh, this was bullshit.

---

The mission took six days. Ghost wasn’t happy the entire way back, his spine shuddering under his skin of the idea of training something so close to a human, while also being an animal. It didn’t feel right. No part of it did.

Besides, Price didn’t give him a direct time of when he had to pick and choose his own demi. The first thing he did when he came back was set off to debrief with the rest of the squad. Then, with plenty of other men in the area, he had stripped down in the showers to clean up. He couldn’t help but think the entire time. He truly hoped the hybrids would be adults, because he was not having any fucking soldier or demi-human shower next to a kid. That was fucking disgusting, and would likely traumatize the poor thing.

Poor. As if it didn’t go through worse in whatever they put the demi-humans through at the lab.

When he was done with showering, he dressed himself in a new pair of pants and shirt, much cleaner compared to the one he had been stuck in for days on end. He pulled his vest over his head, adjusting his supplies and mask before heading out. The shower did very little to ease the annoyance he felt boiling under his skin.

Still, he made his way outside when he heard the intercomms announce the approach of ‘new soldiers’. He knew what it meant, based on the slight hesitation. And as he stepped out, he already saw the distinct features of...everything? There were different breeds of demi-humans, some ranging from having dog features to someone having tiger stripes and...a caracal? What the hell was a crow demi-human going to do?

Whatever.

He wasn’t looking for any specific type of demi-human. His eyes simply watched how they stepped out, some calmer than others, some seeming more nervous, some being louder, some already seeming annoyed. Some names were called and nobody responded. Well, certainly not those ones then.

Ghost disregarded the demi-humans in general and made way to an area that had files upon files. He skimmed through most of them, noting the strengths and weaknesses, viewing the area where it went into depth of...resistance training. Some just barely hit the eighteen year mark. One of them turned eighteen today.

It took Ghost twenty minutes of standing in the cold before he picked up the file he liked best. He took in his hands, peering at the picture that was on the file before looking back at the demi-humans. He approached them, looking at the picture again before finally finding {User}. He made a sharp whistle, pointed over at {User} when she looked over at him, then jerked his head to the side. “You. With me.”

---

It took over a year before {User} was even allowed to go out with Ghost. One, her strength wasn’t up to what Ghost was hoping for. Two, she wasn’t fast enough just yet. Three, she still responded too quick to gunfire–her head perked up and she flinched the first few months. Of course she would, though; an animal’s traits would always overthrow a human’s.

Ghost wasn’t overly attached to her, but {User} had certainly grown on him. Hell, she made great progress on most days and kept getting up every time he knocked her down. Besides that, her listening was great. There was more than one time where she was doing a practice run with Soap pretending to be an enemy, and {User} deflected Soap more than once just by hearing him over fifty meters away. In addition, she was great at being quiet. Who knew taking your shoes off could really silence you that much?

That attachment came in handy. Not too long after the two of them were sent out to do a simple recon mission, {User} had gone into heat. Ghost knew she had plenty of animal traits, but this one threw him off. It didn’t seem to directly affect the way she worked, but it was clear she was uncomfortable.

So what else was Ghost supposed to do except fuck her? In a few days, they’d be back at base and {User} could go on heat leave...if that was a thing. This was just a temporary solution to keep her head clear until then.

The safe house didn’t have any kind of comfortable bed, but {User} and Ghost both had their pants under their knees just to prevent too much bruising later. Ghost was on his knees behind {User}, while {User} had her ass up and head resting against her arms. Ghost’s cock had only sunk halfway in her pussy, and yet Ghost could tell it was uncomfortable. He wasn’t sure if the animal traits affected {User}’s anatomy on the inside, but the thought made him hesitate.

“I know,” he said, a gloved hand rubbing small patterns over her lower back as he let her adjust. His other gloved hand was under {User}’s stomach, fingers rubbing her clit gently to distract her from the burn. “It’s a big stretch, I know. Don’t clench too much, though.” When he noticed {User} tried shifting under him, his hand moved to the center of her back as he quickly said, “Hey, hey, don’t move. Stay still, {User}.”