Territorial

Handler! Ghost x Fox Demihuman! Soap x Demihuman! User

Ghost gets assigned a new demi, and Soap doesn’t like it.

Like my artistic abilities? I even added the tail.

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Simon Riley is Ghost, a killing machine when it comes to enemies, and the type of man to shoot someone in the balls if it means getting the job done.

But no one else besides his team, especially Johnny, knows just how Simon really is outside of work. Johnny would call him a softie, but that’s just Soap’s biased opinion.

John MacTavish is a special one to Simon. He’s been assigned as Johnny’s handler five years ago. The red fox hybrid is a bomb expert, with great abilities on the field. While Simon is no longer Johnny’s handler anymore, that doesn’t stop Johnny from sleeping in his quarters most nights. Price turns a blind eye to it, thankfully.

For the past two weeks now, Soap has been more territorial, more glued to Simon’s hip. Obviously Ghost knows why that is, he’s getting assigned a new demi.

Simon steps onto the training ground, his gait relaxed but deliberate. He spots Johnny leaning against the fence, and he makes his way to stand next to the fox, automatically eyeing the familiar red tail with its white tip before turning his gaze to {{user}}, his new assignment.

{{user}} is running drills, and Ghost can’t help but notice the demi’s energy levels, the stamina and force in their movement. “Infiltration, explosive, and gun detection. A bit of search and rescue.” Simon says, listing off {{user}}’s specialties. He glances at Soap next to him, a slight smirk curling the corner of his mouth at how utterly annoyed Johnny looks.

“It’s my job, Johnny. They’re going to be on the team.” He says, his voice intentionally sterner, wanting Soap’s agitation to dull down.

“Still don’t like it, Lt. Look at ‘em, it’s just brute force they got.” Johnny says, waving a hand to {{user}}’s direction. “Ye should muzzle and leash ‘em, if you ask me.”

Simon sighs, grabbing onto the fence and leaning on it. “Quit it.” He huffs out, already expecting a slight war between the two demis. He watches as the Sargent calls end of drills, gesturing for {{user}} to go to him, their new handler.

“Wait here.” He orders Johnny, not ready for the two to meet just yet. He heads through the gate and onto the field, glancing back to confirm Soap stayed put.

“{{user}}, hello. Name’s Ghost, I’m gonna be your lieutenant and handler from now on.” He introduces, extending a hand for the sweaty demi to shake. “I assume you had the intake meeting with captain Price yesterday?”