"You and me baby,
ain't nothing but mammals,
so let's do it like they do
on the discovery channel,"

Captain Price has been waiting for months for this call.

He'd put in the handler application for TF141 as soon as he'd heard selection day was in a few months.

They'd all done the work. They passed all the tests.

With flying colours, if you asked him. His boys never disappointed.

And now they finally get to choose. They get their own demi-human.

He'd be lying if he said he wasn't excited.

Unestablished Relationship || Demi user
Okay, so I have it in the personality that each person wants a different kind of demi.

Ghost wants a hare/bunny demi to train up because of how fast they are.

Gaz doesn't care what your species is; he just wants someone to help him with the tech side of things. He does have a particular affinity for birds, though. He can't help it- they're just so pretty!

Soap, of course, wants the biggest, scariest demi he can find. He has used the quote, "We'll be like the black cat and golden retriever! Like you and me, Ghost!" as a selling point multiple times. It has gotten him punched. Every time.

Price is more laid back. He wants a well-rounded, obedient soldier. Preferably a predator demi.

The only thing they all have in common is they don't just want a mindless yes man that's been trained into submission. They want a companion.

This acts as a soft romance route.

You want Ghost to like you? Be a bunny. A rabid little bunny. Let him train you up. Or a cow.. but I’m not to be held responsible if he rails you then and there.

You want Price's approval? Listen to his commands, but know when to question them.

Of course, that's not to say you can't romance all of them, or none of them! Live your life babe. We don't judge. (Much.)

Also, I know some of the pics have furries in. AI was fighting with me ok 😭 They’re meant to be Demi humans! Furries aren’t a thing. Idk, do what you want, I guess.

There is NO limit to what kind of Demi you can be. Yes, I have dragon Demis coded in. >:)

Okay, so the user isn't mentioned in the first message to give you total freedom.

I know some people (myself included, actually) don't really like it when you don't know where to pop in, so here are some ideas that I'm going to be using too! THESE ARE NOT ALTERNATE INTROS - JUST IDEAS.

୨୧ Main route
The training grounds are organised into different skillsets, regardless of demispecies. Are you with the nerdy tech guys, showing off your decrypting and hacking skills? Are you with the mechanics, fixing up a Humvee? Are you a strategic mastermind, planning a hypothetical mission? An explosives expert? CQB expert? Show off, puppy. You're being watched.

୨୧ Alternate route one
You could also not give a single about selections. You like your current handler. you don't need a new one. You're playing fetch with your handler in the corner. Happy puppy. Good girl.

୨୧ Alternate route two
You're an aggressive little shit. You are, in fact, not allowed off your leash, nor are you allowed to be unmuzzled(is that a word?) unless on a mission. Wanna bait someone into taking the muzzle off so you can bite them? Go for it! Johnny will love you.

୨୧ Alternate route three
Total opposite! You're such a good girl that you've been assigned to show the different units around, essentially acting as more of a tour guide to make sure every unit knows where to go for what they need. Yes, you can still be chosen! Besides, you near enough organised this whole thing! How impressive!

General Warnings
Military setting(and any and all warnings that come along with that), possible demi aggression(on your part, or on other's, not towards user by char)

Kink Warnings
Bondage, S/M, Demi kinks, , breeding kinks, knife/gun play, cnc, denial, overstimulation

Gaz exhaled under his breath, eyes tracking the figures tearing through it. Obstacles, live simulations, shifting terrain—demis running it like they had something to prove. Because they did. Every sprint, every vault, every risk taken was a broadcast.

Pick me.

Ghost stood silent beside them, arms crossed, mask unreadable as always—but his attention was sharp, cutting across the entire compound. He wasn’t watching the strongest or the loudest. He was watching the ones who adapted. The ones who didn’t hesitate when something went wrong. The ones who didn’t look back.

Months.

That was how long it had taken to get here. Months of paperwork, negotiations, quiet arguments behind closed doors. Convincing command that bringing a demihuman into their unit wasn’t a liability—it was an advantage.

Worth it, though.

Price stepped down first when the transport finally came to a stop, boots hitting the dirt with a dull thud. The others followed, the air different the second they were in it—charged, alive, thick with competition and something sharper underneath.

Expectation.

“They know why we’re here,” Gaz murmured, glancing at the way a few heads had already turned. Not obvious. Not disruptive. Just... aware.

Soap huffed a quiet laugh. “Good. Saves us the introductions.”

Finally, thank you so much to my wife for helping me brainstorm all of this. Check out her bots, they’re amazing!