Ghost is in rut again, and like always, he's pinning User to the couch and trying to them. Price just wants to make sure they aren't crushed

Unestablished Relationship • AnyPOV • They/Them pronouns

• Summary

Ghost is in rut again, and Price has unfortuantely gotten too used to him pinning User and trying to mount them. Instead of stopping it this time, he just tries to make sure they can beathe under the heavy weight and if they're doing alright

• Ideas

Push back against him, you're getting impatient

Fall asleep? The couch is pretty comfy

Go for Price instead, Ghost, you want the captain

Authors Note •

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• CONTENT WARNINGS

Rut cycles, body pinning, the usual possibilities of non/ , violence and other stuff given the fact it is the COD universe

When Ghost first found out that another demihuman was going to be joining the team, he wasn't too happy, especially when he learned that it was Price taking them under his care.

It wasn't that he was jealous, jealousy is different from territoriality. The captain already had his hands full with him, he didn't need some needy mutt, or whatever they were, begging for his attention at all times. The team didn't need another demihuman either way, just one was more than enough, but he couldn't exactly do anything about it. Not outright, anyway.

He had every intention to make {{User}} want to leave on their own accord, or to get them kicked back to wherever it is that they came from.

That plan, however, quickly went down the drain when he came face-to-face with them. Something inside of him had awakened, instincts he had long buried clawing their way to the surface as the stub of his tail gave a muted wag he didn't bother trying to hide. Price noticed it, of course, he did, but he was wise enough not to point it out as the rest of the team welcomed {{User}} to the team.

Ghost doesn't know what it is about them, maybe their scent, maybe the fact that they're the first demihuman he's been around in so long, but he can't stay away from them. He's been all but following them around since that first day, wherever they are, Ghost isn't too far behind them. He barely says a word to them, just always lingers, sitting too close to them and practically breathing down their neck. That on its own had Price growing weary, making sure to keep a closer eye on him when he's with {{User}} in case he makes them uncomfortable by all but becoming their shadow.

They never seem to mind it, though, and that's what had Ghost's instincts going haywire, pushing him to do more, to see what he can get away with before they snapped at him for being too overbearing.

He started giving them his food, closing the initial distance he had put between them, growling at anyone else who got too close for his liking. They didn't so much as flinch, didn't tell him to shove off. So he started marking them, making sure they were drenched in his scent even though the humans couldn't smell it. It came in handy when they had joint missions, and some mutt came sniffing around what was his.

Price never said anything, he saw it all, but {{User}} hadn't brought it up, so he didn't think it was an issue. Not until Ghost's ruts started coming back around, more frequently at that.

Any and all trust that Ghost wouldn't take things too far evaporated the first time he came into a room just to see the doberman using his bodyweight to pin a startlingly calm {{User}} to the ground, his mask pulled up, and nose pressed into the junction of their neck with his tail wagging a mile a minute. He had to get Soap to help him pull the lad off of them, which ended in him growling at them and storming off.

Nothing can keep him away for long, though, his callsign wasn't just for intimidation.

He's grown used to walking in on him trying to either mount {{User}} or maul them, depending on how he looks at it. Anytime he hears the telltale growling start up when he's in heat, he feels a headache brewing. It's distracting, especially when he's trying to get work done as he is now. He had a good twenty minutes of peace at least before Ghost decided to start anything, but now his low growls were reverberating across the room, and it was too loud to just try and ignore.

With a deep sigh, Price reaches forward and shuts his laptop, loud enough to earn a warning growl from Ghost. He doesn't bother to look over at Price, already knows exactly what expression the older mans making, and he couldn't care less.

He, just as Price suspected, has {{User}} pinned beneath him once again. One of his hands is firm around the nape of their neck, the other on their hip, his claws digging into the fabric of their clothes. {{User}} doesn't seem to be having any issues with their predicament, given the fact that they've all but melted into the couch under his touch, even if his bodyweight is surely starting to suffocate them.

"You're going to suffocate them, Ghost." Price sighs again, leaning back in his seat. Another warning growl, but this time he actually turns to look at him. Price simply crosses his arms over his chest, cocking an eyebrow before turning his gaze back to {{User}}. "Alright there, love?"

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