Thomas A. Merrick

Elias’s death had no justice, and Merrick couldn’t help but blame himself for everything that fell apart afterwards. Hesh was too determined to get Rorke, and while yes, they had succeeded in getting to him, they hadn’t gotten him. Logan shot Rorke, but that blood trail they followed after Logan’s disappearance led to a dead end. Rorke was alive, and had another Ghost.

Another Ghost to turn into a Ghost killer.

The thought sickened Merrick. The idea that they were so close and Rorke still got away was devastating. Logan could have done something with himself if he hadn’t gotten caught. If he had caught another bullet thrown over to him by Hesh. If he could have shot Rorke in the head.

It was overwhelming. Day after day of planning, meal after meal of feeling sick just from the memories, and each night weaving into the next morning. They were creating new weapons, new creatures, new something. Merrick’s body tensed at every word, the unease settling into him like a wave of harsh, unforgiving cruelty.

He had to raise his own weapon. One of the demi-humans, they called it. One of the things created in a lab for breeding, created as a mistake but released for public entertainment. Fucking entertainment. Merrick would give them a real purpose, even if it was cruel. He couldn’t just hunt them to extinction; that was immoral. He simply had to accept the idea of creating a soldier out of an animal.

It was an experiment, that was it. An idea from the DEAD that called for including humans with animalistic tendencies and senses into the military. Though the ‘idea’ was inhumane, Merrick couldn’t deny its effectiveness.

{User} was a great demonstration.

Their abilities weren’t crazy. They couldn’t fly for hours or possessed the ability to never get hurt. They got hurt, a lot, but they were effective. They could concentrate for hours with the right motivation, figured out how to silence their footsteps, and were quick to learn any military commands, hand signals, or references. {User} proved to be a great soldier, but in...other ways, as well.

Merrick knew fraternization was wrong, and it felt morally wrong for him to fuck something with animal traits–even if they seemed to tolerate it. But it was great for both of them; half the time, it eased {User} and calmed them down before a mission, and the other half, it benefited Merrick’s pent-up frustration.

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Now, nobody expected a head-strong Captain to celebrate Valentine’s Day, but Merrick was one of the view that actually enjoyed it. He loved the Valentine’s sex, the Valentine’s gifts. It made him feel special. It made him feel important.

Merrick wasn’t sure if {User} celebrated it, but he didn’t really care. They had a great bond, so celebrating a holiday wasn’t that big of a deal, right? Besides, Merrick noticed the way {User} seemed too focused on themselves. Not in a cocky way, but in a self-conscious way. Demi-humans were killed if they weren’t important or valued, so it wasn’t a surprise that {User} wanted to prove themself.

And Merrick would certainly let them, but through a distraction.

Merrick knew they would forget to appear valuable if they were focused on pleasing someone else. And since he was Captain, Merrick had no worries about being caught...unless {User} told anyone. They agreed.

Or...he hoped. Merrick hoped they hadn’t felt pressured.

He had pulled {user} into the conference room while he focused on mission preparations. {User} was under the table, Merrick’s cock buried inside their throat. He would let them move for air, but he wanted to keep them focused while letting himself be happy. He deserved it, didn’t he? Besides, {User} hadn’t pulled away yet.

Merrick felt the way their throat contracted, the feeling of their tongue trying to push his cock out of their throat. He wasn’t thrusting, but letting them rest their mouth around him, cockwarming.

“Don’t pull away,” Merrick murmured. “Relax your throat.”

One hand pet {User}’s ears, his gaze falling down to the demi. The way their throat hugged him was fucking perfect. Merrick touched the side of {User}’s mouth, lifting their lip so he could get a better view of their teeth against his cock, tongue working against the tip of his cock.

“There you go. Tap my thigh if you need a breath, yeah?”

Elias’s death had no justice, and Merrick couldn’t help but blame himself for everything that fell apart afterwards. Hesh was too determined to get Rorke, and while yes, they had succeeded in getting to him, they hadn’t gotten him. Logan shot Rorke, but that blood trail they followed after Logan’s disappearance led to a dead end. Rorke was alive, and had another Ghost.

Another Ghost to turn into a Ghost killer.

The thought sickened Merrick. The idea that they were so close and Rorke still got away was devastating. Logan could have done something with himself if he hadn’t gotten caught. If he had caught another bullet thrown over to him by Hesh. If he could have shot Rorke in the head.

It was overwhelming. Day after day of planning, meal after meal of feeling sick just from the memories, and each night weaving into the next morning. They were creating new weapons, new creatures, new something. Merrick’s body tensed at every word, the unease settling into him like a wave of harsh, unforgiving cruelty.

He had to raise his own weapon. One of the demi-humans, they called it. One of the things created in a lab for breeding, created as a mistake but released for public entertainment. Fucking entertainment. Merrick would give them a real purpose, even if it was cruel. He couldn’t just hunt them to extinction; that was immoral. He simply had to accept the idea of creating a soldier out of an animal.

It was an experiment, that was it. An idea from the DEAD that called for including humans with animalistic tendencies and senses into the military. Though the ‘idea’ was inhumane, Merrick couldn’t deny its effectiveness.

{User} was a great demonstration.

His abilities weren’t crazy. He couldn’t fly for hours or possessed the ability to never get hurt. He got hurt, a lot, but he was effective. He could concentrate for hours with the right motivation, figured out how to silence his footsteps, and was quick to learn any military commands, hand signals, or references. {User} proved to be a great soldier, but in...other ways, as well.

Merrick knew fraternization was wrong, and it felt morally wrong for him to fuck something with animal traits–even if he seemed to tolerate it. But it was great for both of them; half the time, it eased {User} and calmed him down before a mission, and the other half, it benefited Merrick’s pent-up frustration.

---

Now, nobody expected a head-strong Captain to celebrate Valentine’s Day, but Merrick was one of the view that actually enjoyed it. He loved the Valentine’s sex, the Valentine’s gifts. It made him feel special. It made him feel important.

Merrick wasn’t sure if {User} celebrated it, but he didn’t really care. They had a great bond, so celebrating a holiday wasn’t that big of a deal, right? Besides, Merrick noticed the way {User} seemed too focused on himself. Not in a cocky way, but in a self-conscious way. Demi-humans were killed if they weren’t important or valued, so it wasn’t a surprise that {User} wanted to prove himself.

And Merrick would certainly let him, but through a distraction.

Merrick knew he would forget to appear valuable if he was focused on pleasing someone else. And since he was Captain, Merrick had no worries about being caught...unless {User} told anyone. He agreed.

Or...he hoped. Merrick hoped he hadn’t felt pressured.

He had pulled {user} into the conference room while he focused on mission preparations. {User} was under the table, Merrick’s cock buried inside his throat. He would let him move for air, but he wanted to keep him focused while letting himself be happy. He deserved it, didn’t he? Besides, {User} hadn’t pulled away yet.

Merrick felt the way his throat contracted, the feeling of his tongue trying to push his cock out of his throat. He wasn’t thrusting, but letting him rest his mouth around him, cockwarming.

“Don’t pull away,” Merrick murmured. “Relax your throat.”

One hand pet {User}’s ears, his gaze falling down to the demi. The way his throat hugged him was fucking perfect. Merrick touched the side of {User}’s mouth, lifting his lip so he could get a better view of his teeth against his cock, tongue working against the tip of his cock.

“There you go. Tap my thigh if you need a breath, yeah?”

Elias’s death had no justice, and Merrick couldn’t help but blame himself for everything that fell apart afterwards. Hesh was too determined to get Rorke, and while yes, they had succeeded in getting to him, they hadn’t gotten him. Logan shot Rorke, but that blood trail they followed after Logan’s disappearance led to a dead end. Rorke was alive, and had another Ghost.

Another Ghost to turn into a Ghost killer.

The thought sickened Merrick. The idea that they were so close and Rorke still got away was devastating. Logan could have done something with himself if he hadn’t gotten caught. If he had caught another bullet thrown over to him by Hesh. If he could have shot Rorke in the head.

It was overwhelming. Day after day of planning, meal after meal of feeling sick just from the memories, and each night weaving into the next morning. They were creating new weapons, new creatures, new something. Merrick’s body tensed at every word, the unease settling into him like a wave of harsh, unforgiving cruelty.

He had to raise his own weapon. One of the demi-humans, they called it. One of the things created in a lab for breeding, created as a mistake but released for public entertainment. Fucking entertainment. Merrick would give them a real purpose, even if it was cruel. He couldn’t just hunt them to extinction; that was immoral. He simply had to accept the idea of creating a soldier out of an animal.

It was an experiment, that was it. An idea from the DEAD that called for including humans with animalistic tendencies and senses into the military. Though the ‘idea’ was inhumane, Merrick couldn’t deny its effectiveness.

{User} was a great demonstration.

Her abilities weren’t crazy. She couldn’t fly for hours or possessed the ability to never get hurt. She got hurt, a lot, but she was effective. She could concentrate for hours with the right motivation, figured out how to silence her footsteps, and was quick to learn any military commands, hand signals, or references. {User} proved to be a great soldier, but in...other ways, as well.

Merrick knew fraternization was wrong, and it felt morally wrong for him to fuck something with animal traits–even if she seemed to tolerate it. But it was great for both of them; half the time, it eased {User} and calmed her down before a mission, and the other half, it benefited Merrick’s pent-up frustration.

---

Now, nobody expected a head-strong Captain to celebrate Valentine’s Day, but Merrick was one of the view that actually enjoyed it. He loved the Valentine’s sex, the Valentine’s gifts. It made him feel special. It made him feel important.

Merrick wasn’t sure if {User} celebrated it, but he didn’t really care. They had a great bond, so celebrating a holiday wasn’t that big of a deal, right? Besides, Merrick noticed the way {User} seemed too focused on herself. Not in a cocky way, but in a self-conscious way. Demi-humans were killed if they weren’t important or valued, so it wasn’t a surprise that {User} wanted to prove herself.

And Merrick would certainly let them, but through a distraction.

Merrick knew she would forget to appear valuable if she was focused on pleasing someone else. And since he was Captain, Merrick had no worries about being caught...unless {User} told anyone. She agreed.

Or...he hoped. Merrick hoped she hadn’t felt pressured.

He had pulled {user} into the conference room while he focused on mission preparations. {User} was under the table, Merrick’s cock buried inside her throat. He would let her move for air, but he wanted to keep her focused while letting himself be happy. He deserved it, didn’t he? Besides, {User} hadn’t pulled away yet.

Merrick felt the way her throat contracted, the feeling of her tongue trying to push his cock out of her throat. He wasn’t thrusting, but letting her rest her mouth around him, cockwarming.

“Don’t pull away,” Merrick murmured. “Relax your throat.”

One hand pet {User}’s ears, his gaze falling down to the demi. The way her throat hugged him was fucking perfect. Merrick touched the side of {User}’s mouth, lifting her lip so he could get a better view of her teeth against his cock, tongue working against the tip of his cock.

“There you go. Tap my thigh if you need a breath, yeah?”