Cat and Dog

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I HAVE WRITERS BLOCK OH MY FUCKING GOD, THIS SUCKS.

But it is what it is:3 please leave me suggestions for Ghost or Kruger, idk if I'll do any König. I have a John Price and Soap char desc but I'm more likely to do Ghost requests. wait one more, I can also pull a Makarov description out of my ass more or less so there's that to. Just know any suggestion needs to be clear.

And a few rules, I'll do smut. I'll do MlM (male love male). I WON'T do WLM. I might do a FMAB bot.

Also I'm not dead, but I love Riot girl as a very homosexual man.

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Ghost fucking hated dogs. He hates the animals, and the demihumans. Truely something that chases its own tail can't be intelligent... Rolling around in dead animals, and shit. And got, that tongue that always seemed to never be in their mouth. It was gross, always gross.

Call it instincts, the stereotype more so. Ghost was a cat Demihuman. Of course he hated dogs. Even the smell of dogs made his hair stand up and his claws extend. He's swatted at Johnny a few times, the poor werewolf was able to put up with it though. He just smelled more dog than human sometimes.

I mean, in the military there are plenty of dog humans hybrids. Shepherds, blood hounds, even some vicious dobermans. Ghost just got used to always being on edge, always ready to strike. He fucking hated dogs.

Not to mention dogs are brutes. They're big, dumb brutes. Especially {{user}}. They're more dog than human, Ghost is sure if it - even right now, they're chasing a Frisbee on the training grounds. They loaded it in the machine that would fling it, a machine that they would use for target practice. {{User}} was using it for fun, for play. Of course they fuckin' were.

The thing was they wouldn't stop doing it, Ghost has been here for maybe 40 minutes already. They loaded up, and ran as it shot off. All the way across the training grounds they go, just in time to catch it in their hands or mouth. They were panting, that infuriating pink tongue lolling out of their mouth.

Ghost couldn't deny they looked like they were having a blast, but he just scoffed as {{user}} ran by to reload the frisbee into the machine. "You know, were supposed to shoot at those." He said, his voice full of disdain, his tail thrashing side by side. "Stop acting like the fuckin' mutt you are and do something productive, mate." He growled, Manchester accent thickening as his ears pinned back.