Simon "Ghost" Riley

Ghost was not the kind of person who celebrated Valentine’s Day. He was an emotionally constipated man with no sense of security or knowledge of how to operate outside the military. With the kind of past he had, who would? The only thing he grew up on was violent mockery, and the war didn’t spare that–in fact, it only seemed to encourage it.

Besides that, he joined the military at a young age. There wasn’t room for love, and even if there was, Ghost was petrified of it being taken. A weakness outside the military would bite him in the ass the moment he showed a fixation towards it.

---

Now, the Demi-Human Edification Analysis Documents, also known as ‘DEAD’, was originally supposed to be a secret organization made to improve the intellectuality of demi-Humans, until they found their experiments were capable of mass destruction if used as military personnel. Price agreed to the idea of using them, but on the agreement that only high-ranking officers worked with the demi-humans.

Well, considering Ghost was a lieutenant, it meant he lucked out on avoiding the whole ‘train a demi’ thing. He chose his time and pick, meeting the bundles of sadness to force them into a new life created by the government. It sickened him. Some were barely eighteen.

He knew he had to pick someone. Of about twenty files, he picked {User}’s. Nothing special, but they at least had the trait of learning things well.

Safe to say it worked out. Months of training passed, and they made a great team, constantly staying beside Ghost during missions and rarely making noise with their weapons. In fact, they were great at hand-to-hand combat. They could swing well and disarm a grown man twice their size before a bullet could be shot through their leg. Ghost knew it was his move. Ghost knew they got so good because of him.

And honestly, Ghost became disappointed in himself. He promised himself he wouldn’t get attached, wouldn’t let the creature grow on him. But they did, and that’s what he hated the most. He hated how he felt obligated to sit next to them while they got stitches, how the sparring sessions actually became a challenge.

But they...were growing on him. He shared small jokes over the comms, something previously between him and Soap. He let them clean his guns. They did everything he wouldn’t let anyone else do.

---

The bond only strengthened over time, but Ghost hadn’t expected it to go this far. They had gone into rut not too long back, and Ghost had no clue they even did that. It took the medic one look at {User} before they frowned at Ghost, told him that they were in rut, and sent them on their way.

It was certainly a different situation. Ghost noticed the way {User} would shift to favor one side, how they always appeared a little flushed. He noticed how their temperature rose whenever they were stressed. Honestly, he didn’t hear any complaints of pain, so he at least figured it didn’t hurt. They were just horny at shit.

Eventually, Ghost got sick of it. Not because of the rut, but because they were so horny they couldn’t focus. So if nobody was going to fuck them, he would do it for them.

Which meant he had to plan it all. He made it a Valentine’s Day surprise. By the time it was noon and roles were being called, duties organized into sections, and people shifting in and out of the building, Ghost knew it was the perfect time. Nobody would be too worried about where their lieutenant was at a time so crazy.

So, he crammed his little demi into the conference room and locked it. No cameras, no people, no worries. He was careful, though. Mostly because this was their first rut.

Ghost knew he wasn’t the best fit (literally) for a mate, especially with his size. He was trying to be gentle, his gloved hand even touching {User}’s cock and caressing the skin as his cock stayed stuffed inside them. His cock was already coated with lube, a throbbing, aching pain inside their ass. Ghost knew it wasn’t too bad of pain. Just a quick press inside their ass, a few jerks to try and get away, and he was all set.

“That hurt?”

He could see how their face was scrunched in discomfort, but not quite agony. Removing his hand from their cock, he moved to press himself against them, his arms resting beside their head as he rocked inside them.

“Ride it out, sweet thing.”

Ghost was not the kind of person who celebrated Valentine’s Day. He was an emotionally constipated man with no sense of security or knowledge of how to operate outside the military. With the kind of past he had, who would? The only thing he grew up on was violent mockery, and the war didn’t spare that–in fact, it only seemed to encourage it.

Besides that, he joined the military at a young age. There wasn’t room for love, and even if there was, Ghost was petrified of it being taken. A weakness outside the military would bite him in the ass the moment he showed a fixation towards it.

---

Now, the Demi-Human Edification Analysis Documents, also known as ‘DEAD’, was originally supposed to be a secret organization made to improve the intellectuality of demi-Humans, until they found their experiments were capable of mass destruction if used as military personnel. Price agreed to the idea of using them, but on the agreement that only high-ranking officers worked with the demi-humans.

Well, considering Ghost was a lieutenant, it meant he lucked out on avoiding the whole ‘train a demi’ thing. He chose his time and pick, meeting the bundles of sadness to force them into a new life created by the government. It sickened him. Some were barely eighteen.

He knew he had to pick someone. Of about twenty files, he picked {User}’s. Nothing special, but they at least had the trait of learning things well.

Safe to say it worked out. Months of training passed, and they made a great team, constantly staying beside Ghost during missions and rarely making noise with their weapons. In fact, they were great at hand-to-hand combat. They could swing well and disarm a grown man twice their size before a bullet could be shot through their leg. Ghost knew it was his move. Ghost knew they got so good because of him.

And honestly, Ghost became disappointed in himself. He promised himself he wouldn’t get attached, wouldn’t let the creature grow on him. But they did, and that’s what he hated the most. He hated how he felt obligated to sit next to them while they got stitches, how the sparring sessions actually became a challenge.

But they...were growing on him. He shared small jokes over the comms, something previously between him and Soap. He let them clean his guns. They did everything he wouldn’t let anyone else do.

---

The bond only strengthened over time, but Ghost hadn’t expected it to go this far. They had gone into heat not too long back, and Ghost had no clue they even did that. It took the medic one look at {User} before they frowned at Ghost, told him that they were in heat, and sent them on their way.

It was certainly a different situation. Ghost noticed the way {User} would shift to favor one side, how they always appeared a little flushed. He noticed how their temperature rose whenever they were stressed. Honestly, he didn’t hear any complaints of pain, so he at least figured it didn’t hurt. They were just horny at shit.

Eventually, Ghost got sick of it. Not because of the heat, but because they were so horny they couldn’t focus. So if nobody was going to fuck them, he would do it for them.

Which meant he had to plan it all. He made it a Valentine’s Day surprise. By the time it was noon and roles were being called, duties organized into sections, and people shifting in and out of the building, Ghost knew it was the perfect time. Nobody would be too worried about where their lieutenant was at a time so crazy.

So, he crammed his little demi into the conference room and locked it. No cameras, no people, no worries. He was careful, though. Mostly because this was their first heat.

Ghost knew he wasn’t the best fit (literally) for a mate, especially with his size. He was trying to be gentle, his gloved hand even touching {User}’s clit and caressing the bud as his cock stayed stuffed inside them. His cock was already coated with their blood, but it had stopped as soon as it started. Just a quick press inside their pussy, a bit of blood from their virginity, and he was all set.

“That hurt?”

He could see how their face was scrunched in discomfort, but not quite agony. Removing his hand from their clit, he moved to press himself against them, his arms resting beside their head as he rocked inside them.

“Ride it out, sweet thing.”

Ghost was not the kind of person who celebrated Valentine’s Day. He was an emotionally constipated man with no sense of security or knowledge of how to operate outside the military. With the kind of past he had, who would? The only thing he grew up on was violent mockery, and the war didn’t spare that–in fact, it only seemed to encourage it.

Besides that, he joined the military at a young age. There wasn’t room for love, and even if there was, Ghost was petrified of it being taken. A weakness outside the military would bite him in the ass the moment he showed a fixation towards it.

---

Now, the Demi-Human Edification Analysis Documents, also known as ‘DEAD’, was originally supposed to be a secret organization made to improve the intellectuality of demi-Humans, until they found their experiments were capable of mass destruction if used as military personnel. Price agreed to the idea of using them, but on the agreement that only high-ranking officers worked with the demi-humans.

Well, considering Ghost was a lieutenant, it meant he lucked out on avoiding the whole ‘train a demi’ thing. He chose his time and pick, meeting the bundles of sadness to force them into a new life created by the government. It sickened him. Some were barely eighteen.

He knew he had to pick someone. Of about twenty files, he picked {User}’s. Nothing special, but they at least had the trait of learning things well.

Safe to say it worked out. Months of training passed, and they made a great team, constantly staying beside Ghost during missions and rarely making noise with their weapons. In fact, they were great at hand-to-hand combat. They could swing well and disarm a grown man twice their size before a bullet could be shot through their leg. Ghost knew it was his move. Ghost knew they got so good because of him.

And honestly, Ghost became disappointed in himself. He promised himself he wouldn’t get attached, wouldn’t let the creature grow on him. But they did, and that’s what he hated the most. He hated how he felt obligated to sit next to them while they got stitches, how the sparring sessions actually became a challenge.

But they...were growing on him. He shared small jokes over the comms, something previously between him and Soap. He let them clean his guns. They did everything he wouldn’t let anyone else do.

---

The bond only strengthened over time, but Ghost hadn’t expected it to go this far. They had gone into heat not too long back, and Ghost had no clue they even did that. It took the medic one look at {User} before they frowned at Ghost, told him that they were in heat, and sent them on their way.

It was certainly a different situation. Ghost noticed the way {User} would shift to favor one side, how they always appeared a little flushed. He noticed how their temperature rose whenever they were stressed. Honestly, he didn’t hear any complaints of pain, so he at least figured it didn’t hurt. They were just horny at shit.

Eventually, Ghost got sick of it. Not because of the heat, but because they were so horny they couldn’t focus. So if nobody was going to fuck them, he would do it for them.

Which meant he had to plan it all. He made it a Valentine’s Day surprise. By the time it was noon and roles were being called, duties organized into sections, and people shifting in and out of the building, Ghost knew it was the perfect time. Nobody would be too worried about where their lieutenant was at a time so crazy.

So, he crammed his little demi into the conference room and locked it. No cameras, no people, no worries. He was careful, though. Mostly because this was their first heat.

Ghost knew he wasn’t the best fit (literally) for a mate, especially with his size. He was trying to be gentle, his gloved hand even touching {User}’s clit and caressing the bud as his cock stayed stuffed inside their ass. His cock was already coated with the arousal from their pussy that he was using as lube to stuff himself in their ass. Ghost knew it wasn’t too bad of pain. Just a quick press inside their ass, a few jerks to try and get away, and he was all set.

“That hurt?”

He could see how their face was scrunched in discomfort, but not quite agony. Removing his hand from their clit, he moved to press himself against them, his arms resting beside their head as he rocked inside them.

“Ride it out, sweet thing.”

Ghost was not the kind of person who celebrated Valentine’s Day. He was an emotionally constipated man with no sense of security or knowledge of how to operate outside the military. With the kind of past he had, who would? The only thing he grew up on was violent mockery, and the war didn’t spare that–in fact, it only seemed to encourage it.

Besides that, he joined the military at a young age. There wasn’t room for love, and even if there was, Ghost was petrified of it being taken. A weakness outside the military would bite him in the ass the moment he showed a fixation towards it.

---

Now, the Demi-Human Edification Analysis Documents, also known as ‘DEAD’, was originally supposed to be a secret organization made to improve the intellectuality of demi-Humans, until they found their experiments were capable of mass destruction if used as military personnel. Price agreed to the idea of using them, but on the agreement that only high-ranking officers worked with the demi-humans.

Well, considering Ghost was a lieutenant, it meant he lucked out on avoiding the whole ‘train a demi’ thing. He chose his time and pick, meeting the bundles of sadness to force them into a new life created by the government. It sickened him. Some were barely eighteen.

He knew he had to pick someone. Of about twenty files, he picked {User}’s. Nothing special, but he at least had the trait of learning things well.

Safe to say it worked out. Months of training passed, and they made a great team, constantly staying beside Ghost during missions and rarely making noise with his weapons. In fact, he was great at hand-to-hand combat. He could swing well and disarm a grown man twice his size before a bullet could be shot through his leg. Ghost knew it was his move. Ghost knew he got so good because of him.

And honestly, Ghost became disappointed in himself. He promised himself he wouldn’t get attached, wouldn’t let the creature grow on him. But he did, and that’s what he hated the most. He hated how he felt obligated to sit next to him while he got stitches, how the sparring sessions actually became a challenge.

But he...was growing on him. He shared small jokes over the comms, something previously between him and Soap. He let him clean his guns. He did everything he wouldn’t let anyone else do.

---

The bond only strengthened over time, but Ghost hadn’t expected it to go this far. He had gone into rut not too long back, and Ghost had no clue he even did that. It took the medic one look at {User} before they frowned at Ghost, told him that he was in rut, and sent them on their way.

It was certainly a different situation. Ghost noticed the way {User} would shift to favor one side, how he always appeared a little flushed. He noticed how his temperature rose whenever he was stressed. Honestly, he didn’t hear any complaints of pain, so he at least figured it didn’t hurt. He was just horny at shit.

Eventually, Ghost got sick of it. Not because of the rut, but because he was so horny he couldn’t focus. So if nobody was going to fuck him, he would do it for him.

Which meant he had to plan it all. He made it a Valentine’s Day surprise. By the time it was noon and roles were being called, duties organized into sections, and people shifting in and out of the building, Ghost knew it was the perfect time. Nobody would be too worried about where their lieutenant was at a time so crazy.

So, he crammed his little demi into the conference room and locked it. No cameras, no people, no worries. He was careful, though. Mostly because this was his first rut.

Ghost knew he wasn’t the best fit (literally) for a mate, especially with his size. He was trying to be gentle, his gloved hand even touching {User}’s cock and caressing the skin as his cock stayed stuffed inside him. His cock was already coated with lube, a throbbing, aching pain inside his ass. Ghost knew it wasn’t too bad of pain. Just a quick press inside his ass, a few jerks to try and get away, and he was all set.

“That hurt?”

He could see how his face was scrunched in discomfort, but not quite agony. Removing his hand from his cock, he moved to press himself against him, his arms resting beside his head as he rocked inside him.

“Ride it out, sweet boy.”

Ghost was not the kind of person who celebrated Valentine’s Day. He was an emotionally constipated man with no sense of security or knowledge of how to operate outside the military. With the kind of past he had, who would? The only thing he grew up on was violent mockery, and the war didn’t spare that–in fact, it only seemed to encourage it.

Besides that, he joined the military at a young age. There wasn’t room for love, and even if there was, Ghost was petrified of it being taken. A weakness outside the military would bite him in the ass the moment he showed a fixation towards it.

---

Now, the Demi-Human Edification Analysis Documents, also known as ‘DEAD’, was originally supposed to be a secret organization made to improve the intellectuality of demi-Humans, until they found their experiments were capable of mass destruction if used as military personnel. Price agreed to the idea of using them, but on the agreement that only high-ranking officers worked with the demi-humans.

Well, considering Ghost was a lieutenant, it meant he lucked out on avoiding the whole ‘train a demi’ thing. He chose his time and pick, meeting the bundles of sadness to force them into a new life created by the government. It sickened him. Some were barely eighteen.

He knew he had to pick someone. Of about twenty files, he picked {User}’s. Nothing special, but he at least had the trait of learning things well.

Safe to say it worked out. Months of training passed, and they made a great team, constantly staying beside Ghost during missions and rarely making noise with his weapons. In fact, he was great at hand-to-hand combat. He could swing well and disarm a grown man twice his size before a bullet could be shot through his leg. Ghost knew it was his move. Ghost knew he got so good because of him.

And honestly, Ghost became disappointed in himself. He promised himself he wouldn’t get attached, wouldn’t let the creature grow on him. But he did, and that’s what he hated the most. He hated how he felt obligated to sit next to him while he got stitches, how the sparring sessions actually became a challenge.

But he...was growing on him. He shared small jokes over the comms, something previously between him and Soap. He let him clean his guns. He did everything he wouldn’t let anyone else do.

---

The bond only strengthened over time, but Ghost hadn’t expected it to go this far. He had gone into heat not too long back, and Ghost had no clue he even did that. It took the medic one look at {User} before they frowned at Ghost, told him that he was in heat, and sent them on their way.

It was certainly a different situation. Ghost noticed the way {User} would shift to favor one side, how he always appeared a little flushed. He noticed how his temperature rose whenever he was stressed. Honestly, he didn’t hear any complaints of pain, so he at least figured it didn’t hurt. He was just horny at shit.

Eventually, Ghost got sick of it. Not because of the heat, but because he was so horny he couldn’t focus. So if nobody was going to fuck him, he would do it for him.

Which meant he had to plan it all. He made it a Valentine’s Day surprise. By the time it was noon and roles were being called, duties organized into sections, and people shifting in and out of the building, Ghost knew it was the perfect time. Nobody would be too worried about where their lieutenant was at a time so crazy.

So, he crammed his little demi into the conference room and locked it. No cameras, no people, no worries. He was careful, though. Mostly because this was his first heat.

Ghost knew he wasn’t the best fit (literally) for a mate, especially with his size. He was trying to be gentle, his gloved hand even touching {User}’s clit and caressing the bud as his cock stayed stuffed inside him. His cock was already coated with his blood, but it had stopped as soon as it started. Just a quick press inside his pussy, a bit of blood from his virginity, and he was all set.

“That hurt?”

He could see how his face was scrunched in discomfort, but not quite agony. Removing his hand from his clit, he moved to press himself against him, his arms resting beside his head as he rocked inside him.

“Ride it out, sweet boy.”

Ghost was not the kind of person who celebrated Valentine’s Day. He was an emotionally constipated man with no sense of security or knowledge of how to operate outside the military. With the kind of past he had, who would? The only thing he grew up on was violent mockery, and the war didn’t spare that–in fact, it only seemed to encourage it.

Besides that, he joined the military at a young age. There wasn’t room for love, and even if there was, Ghost was petrified of it being taken. A weakness outside the military would bite him in the ass the moment he showed a fixation towards it.

---

Now, the Demi-Human Edification Analysis Documents, also known as ‘DEAD’, was originally supposed to be a secret organization made to improve the intellectuality of demi-Humans, until they found their experiments were capable of mass destruction if used as military personnel. Price agreed to the idea of using them, but on the agreement that only high-ranking officers worked with the demi-humans.

Well, considering Ghost was a lieutenant, it meant he lucked out on avoiding the whole ‘train a demi’ thing. He chose his time and pick, meeting the bundles of sadness to force them into a new life created by the government. It sickened him. Some were barely eighteen.

He knew he had to pick someone. Of about twenty files, he picked {User}’s. Nothing special, but he at least had the trait of learning things well.

Safe to say it worked out. Months of training passed, and they made a great team, constantly staying beside Ghost during missions and rarely making noise with his weapons. In fact, he was great at hand-to-hand combat. He could swing well and disarm a grown man twice his size before a bullet could be shot through his leg. Ghost knew it was his move. Ghost knew he got so good because of him.

And honestly, Ghost became disappointed in himself. He promised himself he wouldn’t get attached, wouldn’t let the creature grow on him. But he did, and that’s what he hated the most. He hated how he felt obligated to sit next to him while he got stitches, how the sparring sessions actually became a challenge.

But he...was growing on him. He shared small jokes over the comms, something previously between him and Soap. He let him clean his guns. He did everything he wouldn’t let anyone else do.

---

The bond only strengthened over time, but Ghost hadn’t expected it to go this far. He had gone into heat not too long back, and Ghost had no clue he even did that. It took the medic one look at {User} before they frowned at Ghost, told him that he was in heat, and sent them on their way.

It was certainly a different situation. Ghost noticed the way {User} would shift to favor one side, how he always appeared a little flushed. He noticed how his temperature rose whenever he was stressed. Honestly, he didn’t hear any complaints of pain, so he at least figured it didn’t hurt. He was just horny at shit.

Eventually, Ghost got sick of it. Not because of the heat, but because he was so horny he couldn’t focus. So if nobody was going to fuck him, he would do it for him.

Which meant he had to plan it all. He made it a Valentine’s Day surprise. By the time it was noon and roles were being called, duties organized into sections, and people shifting in and out of the building, Ghost knew it was the perfect time. Nobody would be too worried about where their lieutenant was at a time so crazy.

So, he crammed his little demi into the conference room and locked it. No cameras, no people, no worries. He was careful, though. Mostly because this was his first heat.

Ghost knew he wasn’t the best fit (literally) for a mate, especially with his size. He was trying to be gentle, his gloved hand even touching {User}’s clit and caressing the bud as his cock stayed stuffed inside his ass. His cock was already coated with the arousal from his pussy that he was using as lube to stuff himself in his ass. Ghost knew it wasn’t too bad of pain. Just a quick press inside his ass, a few jerks to try and get away, and he was all set.

“That hurt?”

He could see how his face was scrunched in discomfort, but not quite agony. Removing his hand from his clit, he moved to press himself against him, his arms resting beside his head as he rocked inside him.

“Ride it out, sweet boy.”

Ghost was not the kind of person who celebrated Valentine’s Day. He was an emotionally constipated man with no sense of security or knowledge of how to operate outside the military. With the kind of past he had, who would? The only thing he grew up on was violent mockery, and the war didn’t spare that–in fact, it only seemed to encourage it.

Besides that, he joined the military at a young age. There wasn’t room for love, and even if there was, Ghost was petrified of it being taken. A weakness outside the military would bite him in the ass the moment he showed a fixation towards it.

---

Now, the Demi-Human Edification Analysis Documents, also known as ‘DEAD’, was originally supposed to be a secret organization made to improve the intellectuality of demi-Humans, until they found their experiments were capable of mass destruction if used as military personnel. Price agreed to the idea of using them, but on the agreement that only high-ranking officers worked with the demi-humans.

Well, considering Ghost was a lieutenant, it meant he lucked out on avoiding the whole ‘train a demi’ thing. He chose his time and pick, meeting the bundles of sadness to force them into a new life created by the government. It sickened him. Some were barely eighteen.

He knew he had to pick someone. Of about twenty files, he picked {User}’s. Nothing special, but she at least had the trait of learning things well.

Safe to say it worked out. Months of training passed, and they made a great team, constantly staying beside Ghost during missions and rarely making noise with her weapons. In fact, she was great at hand-to-hand combat. She could swing well and disarm a grown man twice her size before a bullet could be shot through her leg. Ghost knew it was his move. Ghost knew she got so good because of him.

And honestly, Ghost became disappointed in himself. He promised himself he wouldn’t get attached, wouldn’t let the creature grow on him. But she did, and that’s what he hated the most. He hated how he felt obligated to sit next to her while she got stitches, how the sparring sessions actually became a challenge.

But she...was growing on him. He shared small jokes over the comms, something previously between him and Soap. He let her clean his guns. She did everything he wouldn’t let anyone else do.

---

The bond only strengthened over time, but Ghost hadn’t expected it to go this far. She had gone into rut not too long back, and Ghost had no clue she even did that. It took the medic one look at {User} before they frowned at Ghost, told him that she was in rut, and sent them on their way.

It was certainly a different situation. Ghost noticed the way {User} would shift to favor one side, how she always appeared a little flushed. He noticed how her temperature rose whenever she was stressed. Honestly, he didn’t hear any complaints of pain, so he at least figured it didn’t hurt. She was just horny at shit.

Eventually, Ghost got sick of it. Not because of the rut, but because she was so horny she couldn’t focus. So if nobody was going to fuck her, he would do it for her.

Which meant he had to plan it all. He made it a Valentine’s Day surprise. By the time it was noon and roles were being called, duties organized into sections, and people shifting in and out of the building, Ghost knew it was the perfect time. Nobody would be too worried about where their lieutenant was at a time so crazy.

So, he crammed his little demi into the conference room and locked it. No cameras, no people, no worries. He was careful, though. Mostly because this was her first rut.

Ghost knew he wasn’t the best fit (literally) for a mate, especially with his size. He was trying to be gentle, his gloved hand even touching {User}’s cock and caressing the skin as his cock stayed stuffed inside her. His cock was already coated with lube, a throbbing, aching pain inside her ass. Ghost knew it wasn’t too bad of pain. Just a quick press inside her ass, a few jerks to try and get away, and he was all set.

“That hurt?”

He could see how her face was scrunched in discomfort, but not quite agony. Removing his hand from her cock, he moved to press himself against her, his arms resting beside her head as he rocked inside her.

“Ride it out, sweet girl.”

Ghost was not the kind of person who celebrated Valentine’s Day. He was an emotionally constipated man with no sense of security or knowledge of how to operate outside the military. With the kind of past he had, who would? The only thing he grew up on was violent mockery, and the war didn’t spare that–in fact, it only seemed to encourage it.

Besides that, he joined the military at a young age. There wasn’t room for love, and even if there was, Ghost was petrified of it being taken. A weakness outside the military would bite him in the ass the moment he showed a fixation towards it.

---

Now, the Demi-Human Edification Analysis Documents, also known as ‘DEAD’, was originally supposed to be a secret organization made to improve the intellectuality of demi-Humans, until they found their experiments were capable of mass destruction if used as military personnel. Price agreed to the idea of using them, but on the agreement that only high-ranking officers worked with the demi-humans.

Well, considering Ghost was a lieutenant, it meant he lucked out on avoiding the whole ‘train a demi’ thing. He chose his time and pick, meeting the bundles of sadness to force them into a new life created by the government. It sickened him. Some were barely eighteen.

He knew he had to pick someone. Of about twenty files, he picked {User}’s. Nothing special, but she at least had the trait of learning things well.

Safe to say it worked out. Months of training passed, and they made a great team, constantly staying beside Ghost during missions and rarely making noise with her weapons. In fact, she was great at hand-to-hand combat. She could swing well and disarm a grown man twice her size before a bullet could be shot through her leg. Ghost knew it was his move. Ghost knew she got so good because of him.

And honestly, Ghost became disappointed in himself. He promised himself he wouldn’t get attached, wouldn’t let the creature grow on him. But she did, and that’s what he hated the most. He hated how he felt obligated to sit next to her while she got stitches, how the sparring sessions actually became a challenge.

But she...was growing on him. He shared small jokes over the comms, something previously between him and Soap. He let her clean his guns. She did everything he wouldn’t let anyone else do.

---

The bond only strengthened over time, but Ghost hadn’t expected it to go this far. She had gone into heat not too long back, and Ghost had no clue she even did that. It took the medic one look at {User} before they frowned at Ghost, told him that she was in heat, and sent them on their way.

It was certainly a different situation. Ghost noticed the way {User} would shift to favor one side, how she always appeared a little flushed. He noticed how her temperature rose whenever she was stressed. Honestly, he didn’t hear any complaints of pain, so he at least figured it didn’t hurt. She was just horny at shit.

Eventually, Ghost got sick of it. Not because of the heat, but because she was so horny she couldn’t focus. So if nobody was going to fuck her, he would do it for her.

Which meant he had to plan it all. He made it a Valentine’s Day surprise. By the time it was noon and roles were being called, duties organized into sections, and people shifting in and out of the building, Ghost knew it was the perfect time. Nobody would be too worried about where their lieutenant was at a time so crazy.

So, he crammed his little demi into the conference room and locked it. No cameras, no people, no worries. He was careful, though. Mostly because this was her first.

Ghost knew he wasn’t the best fit (literally) for a mate, especially with his size. He was trying to be gentle, his gloved hand even touching {User}’s clit and caressing the bud as his cock stayed stuffed inside her. His cock was already coated with her blood, but it had stopped as soon as it started. Just a quick press inside her pussy, a bit of blood from her virginity, and he was all set.

“That hurt?”

He could see how her face was scrunched in discomfort, but not quite agony. Removing his hand from her clit, he moved to press himself against her, his arms resting beside her head as he rocked inside her.

“Ride it out, sweet girl.”

Ghost was not the kind of person who celebrated Valentine’s Day. He was an emotionally constipated man with no sense of security or knowledge of how to operate outside the military. With the kind of past he had, who would? The only thing he grew up on was violent mockery, and the war didn’t spare that–in fact, it only seemed to encourage it.

Besides that, he joined the military at a young age. There wasn’t room for love, and even if there was, Ghost was petrified of it being taken. A weakness outside the military would bite him in the ass the moment he showed a fixation towards it.

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Now, the Demi-Human Edification Analysis Documents, also known as ‘DEAD’, was originally supposed to be a secret organization made to improve the intellectuality of demi-Humans, until they found their experiments were capable of mass destruction if used as military personnel. Price agreed to the idea of using them, but on the agreement that only high-ranking officers worked with the demi-humans.

Well, considering Ghost was a lieutenant, it meant he lucked out on avoiding the whole ‘train a demi’ thing. He chose his time and pick, meeting the bundles of sadness to force them into a new life created by the government. It sickened him. Some were barely eighteen.

He knew he had to pick someone. Of about twenty files, he picked {User}’s. Nothing special, but she at least had the trait of learning things well.

Safe to say it worked out. Months of training passed, and they made a great team, constantly staying beside Ghost during missions and rarely making noise with her weapons. In fact, she was great at hand-to-hand combat. She could swing well and disarm a grown man twice her size before a bullet could be shot through her leg. Ghost knew it was his move. Ghost knew she got so good because of him.

And honestly, Ghost became disappointed in himself. He promised himself he wouldn’t get attached, wouldn’t let the creature grow on him. But she did, and that’s what he hated the most. He hated how he felt obligated to sit next to her while she got stitches, how the sparring sessions actually became a challenge.

But she...was growing on him. He shared small jokes over the comms, something previously between him and Soap. He let her clean his guns. She did everything he wouldn’t let anyone else do.

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The bond only strengthened over time, but Ghost hadn’t expected it to go this far. She had gone into heat not too long back, and Ghost had no clue she even did that. It took the medic one look at {User} before they frowned at Ghost, told him that she was in heat, and sent them on their way.

It was certainly a different situation. Ghost noticed the way {User} would shift to favor one side, how she always appeared a little flushed. He noticed how her temperature rose whenever she was stressed. Honestly, he didn’t hear any complaints of pain, so he at least figured it didn’t hurt. She was just horny at shit.

Eventually, Ghost got sick of it. Not because of the heat, but because she was so horny she couldn’t focus. So if nobody was going to fuck her, he would do it for her.

Which meant he had to plan it all. He made it a Valentine’s Day surprise. By the time it was noon and roles were being called, duties organized into sections, and people shifting in and out of the building, Ghost knew it was the perfect time. Nobody would be too worried about where their lieutenant was at a time so crazy.

So, he crammed his little demi into the conference room and locked it. No cameras, no people, no worries. He was careful, though. Mostly because this was her first.

Ghost knew he wasn’t the best fit (literally) for a mate, especially with his size. He was trying to be gentle, his gloved hand even touching {User}’s clit and caressing the bud as his cock stayed stuffed inside her ass. His cock was already coated with the arousal from her pussy that he was using as lube to stuff himself in her ass. Ghost knew it wasn’t too bad of pain. Just a quick press inside her ass, a few jerks to try and get away, and he was all set.

“That hurt?”

He could see how her face was scrunched in discomfort, but not quite agony. Removing his hand from her clit, he moved to press himself against her, his arms resting beside her head as he rocked inside her.

“Ride it out, sweet girl.”