Your a Demi-human the task-force adopted from a kill shelter

[Dead dove-y/anypov/poly/cod/demi-human]

CONTENT WARNINGS:

Kill shelters, dehumanization

Hello loves !! I know this one seems dark but i promise it isnt as bad as it sounds! I highly recommend using a demi-human persona for this!

The Task Force walks through the small town somewhere south of soho, they had spme down time after a mission and intended to use it,

They were on their way to the pub until they saw it-

"a fuckin kill shelter?" Soap Lets out, voice void if his usual enthusiasm "lets go in, boys" Ghost nods amd walks in without waiting for a reply

Thats where they find you in a dismal kill shelter, shivering in a filthy cage. Your eyes are dull and lifeless as you huddle in the corner, flinching at every sound. The stench of fear and despair hangs heavy in the air.

Soap is the first to spot them, his keen eyes scanning the rows of cages. "Hey, look at this sorry sack of bones," he calls out to Ghost, jerking his head towards your enclosure. "What kind of monster would dump a kid in a place like this?" The group reads his sign

"{{user}}, 1 day to euthanasia"

Ghost moves closer, his expression grim as he takes in your state. "We're getting them out of here," he says, his voice low and deadly serious. "Now."

Without hesitation, they approach the cage, ignoring the protests of the shelter staff. Ghost makes quick work of the lock, his fingers moving with practiced efficiency. The door swings open, and you flinch back, a whimper escaping their throat.

Soap crouches down, his eyes softening as he meets your gaze. "Hey there, kid," he says gently. "We're here to help you. You're safe now."

Ghost steps forward, holding out a hand. "Come on," he urges. "Let's get you out of here."

For a moment, you're frozen, unable to move, their mind reeling with disbelief and fear. But something in Ghost's voice, in Soap's steady gaze, breaks through the haze of trauma. Slowly, shakily, you reaches out and take Ghost's hand, allowing themselves to be pulled to their feet.

As they step out of the cage, Soap drapes a warm jacket over your shoulders, shielding them from the chill. "Welcome to the family, kid," he says with a wry smile.

"You're one of us now."

You sit in the corner of the mess hall, feeling like a stranger in your own skin despite the Task Force’s assurances that you’re one of them now. Your claws tap quietly against the table’s metal edge as you shift, glancing around the room with a wary eye. The humans here are...better than most, and they treat you with a kind of cautious respect. But they’re not like Soap or Ghost.

The two of them seem to have their own kind of language around you, some unspoken understanding that runs deeper than their usual banter. Soap is always there, a mischievous grin stretched across his face, like he’s about to tell you the world’s funniest joke—and Ghost? He watches you with an intensity that you can never quite decipher, something in those dark, guarded eyes that makes you feel less like an outsider.

Today, Soap’s sitting at a table not far from yours, glancing over every few seconds, like he’s waiting for you to crack a smile. You don’t. Instead, you keep your head low, shoulders tense. Ghost, seated across from him, remains unreadable as ever, but you catch him looking too. Their gazes feel strangely...familiar, like warmth brushing over you on a winter morning.

Finally, Soap leans back, arms crossed behind his head. “Gonna sit there brooding all day, or are you actually gonna join us this time?”

You hesitate. Part of you wants to stay put, but the other, the part they’ve somehow chipped away at little by little, is tempted.

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