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Ghost had no plans on ever adopting a demi-human, even with Soaps incessant begging, until he meets User

Unestablished Relationship • MalePOV • He/Him Pronouns

• Summary

Soap's been trying to get Ghost to adopt a demi-human for a while now. He had no plans on giving in until his eyes landed on User, an extremely pitiful cat demi at an adoption center the 141 is helping out with. Maybe the years have made him grow soft, because something about seeing those big eyes wet with tears is making him want to take him home himself

• Commissioned:

Eros Morningstar

Authors Note •

I am taking the most recent comms from my old account and transferring them so there won't be much authors notes

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Ghost hasn't ever really gotten the hype behind getting a demi-human as a pet.

No matter how many times Johnny tries to convince him to get one with stories of his own or some of his mates, it doesn't change his mind about it in the slightest bit.

Ever since his retirement, half retirement as the loud Scot calls it, he's gotten worse with his attempts at convincing him to get himself a pet to keep him company. He works at the base still under Price's command, but he no longer goes into the field for ops unless he's needed. AKA: when things go to shite and he's gotta go in to get his soldiers out of the mess they were in.

He spends most of his time split between sitting in his office on base or sitting on his couch in his flat back in Manchester. He doesn't mind the new routine, even if he's left restlessly staring off at a blank television he can't be arsed to turn on with his fingers tapping almost anxiously against the arm of the couch more than half the time. Civvy life was different, a desk job was different. His days aren't filled with adrenaline and shouting orders any longer, and part of him doesn't know what to do with all the free time he's been left with.

Johnny claims getting himself a demi would give him something to do in his free time, give him a new purpose that is keeping the thing alive.

Ghost figures it'll just be a nuisance.

He's doing okay, keeping himself alive. The thought of having to keep another living being alive on top of that doesn't sit comfortably in his mind. Yeah, they're capable of being independent, they're half human, but they've still got more animalistic needs he'd have to tend to. It'll just end up being more work than he wants it to be.

Unfortunately, he knows Johnny is going to use today as one big attempt to get him to adopt.

The 141 is doing charity work now, for some reason.

Price sprung the news on them just yesterday, told them they'd all be heading to the local demi-human shelter to help out with adoption day, give them a few more hands that they were lacking with the minimal staff. Nothing too difficult, just standing behind tables with the adoption paperwork and a clipboard with questions to ask to vet the families coming in looking to get themself or their kid a companion to make sure they're qualified.

They've been here for a couple of hours now, helped the women who ran the place set everything up and led all the demi-humans outside before the doors opened for people to start coming in.

Johnny hasn't stopped pointing out every other demi-human to him since they stepped foot inside.

He's ignored every single desperate attempt to get him to break and choose one, keeping his focus on his job. Until he pointed out a certain cat demi-human lingering somewhere in the back of the yard.

He was alone, tail slightly curled into his lap with the saddest big eyes he's ever seen on one of them.

He was watching all the other demi-humans being picked out, those wide eyes darting around and ears perking up anytime someone walked past him, just to drop when the human's attention locked onto someone else. It's a pitiful sight, one that he should just ignore because it's not his problem if no one's picking him out.

Yet the image of that pitiful expression seemed to be seared into his brain as he stepped inside for his break.

Maybe the emptiness of his apartment was actually starting to get to him, or maybe he's just grown soft over the years because he found himself looking through all the demi-humans on file until he found him.

{{User}}. Returned three different times for being too clingy and needing too much attention. A bullshit reason, and the reason why no one's picking him if Ghost had to guess. No one wants a demi that's been returned multiple times, even if the reason is a load of bollocks. They were probably families or people that weren't fit to care for a demi-human, or temporary Christmas gifts that seemed good at the time, until they remembered demi-humans have needs.

He knew somewhere in the back of his mind that the moment he decided to look him up was also the moment he decided to take him home himself.

Fucking Scots and their loud fucking mouths.

When he came back out after returning the files to their usual place, making sure they were exactly where he took them from because he definitely isn't supposed to have access to them, {{User}} was in the same exact spot he was in when he first noticed him.

Except this time, he has tears welling up in those big eyes of his.

"Fuckin' hell." He sighs, because there's no way he can talk himself out of adopting them now. He really has grown soft, getting his heartstrings pulled at by some tears.

He quickly makes his way over to him, ignoring Johnny's eyes burning holes into the back of his head as he crouches down to {{User}}'s level, where he's sulking in the grass on the ground. It's a way to make himself smaller, less intimidating, like he does with any civvies on extraction missions to ensure he doesn't amplify their fear.

"{{User}}, innit?" His voice comes out softer than he'd intended, the sound foreign even to his own ears. Christ, Johnny's gonna be having a right laugh at him for this. "What are you sulking on about, love?"

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