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Dog bites. There's a scar around his ankle.
Dog bites. There's a name on his chest.
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- Part 1 of sit, stay, beg
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Uri knows the reason for Kenny's foul mood. It's the same one Kenny is always in when he returns from Shiganshina. Kenny goes to watch the gates open and see the green-cloaked, suicidal fools that march through. Kenny watches them all, but Uri knows he's only looking for one.
Levi hasn't seen Kenny in fifteen years, but Kenny sees him often.
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It's been four months since a new hire for the custodial staff began prowling the halls of Eldia High. A one-eyed, intimidating man who Erwin deems inconsequential, a shadow he needn't shine a light on. It isn't until the annual faculty Christmas party that he finally decides to introduce himself to the sullen face he's passed many times in the halls. It seems he was incorrect in assuming Levi negligible. No, he is far from that. He soon becomes the most important person in Erwin's life.
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“Gonna try and find somewhere you can ride this out.” Ghost almost laughs, he can’t believe that this is his luck right now. “How longs it been Ghost?”
Ghost thinks about it, really thinks about it as much as he can right now and ultimately he sighs, more of a whine coming out of his mouth than anything, “Too long Johnny.”
It’s been years since he’s gone through a heat. But that’s what he agreed to, training and suppressants to make himself the best soldier he could, the one they wanted with the skills he had. Heats were unnecessary, a weakness he didn’t have time for. So he trained it all out of himself instead. Specific training for omegas so an alpha couldn't make him submit. But a drug to induce a heat? Even he can’t fight off a poison like that. They’re banned for a reason. But he guesses enemies don’t care about rules and regulations set in place.
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It helped his routine so really he was only bitching to bitch. And working the late nights meant he could have some sense of the normalcy he’d been used to while scouting and shooting and murdering in the dark. Here in this bar though, his past was that, and the only thing he had to ever worry about was the regular fucker who came in here who was determined to learn more about Simon.
He talked to Simon like he wasn’t a cold blooded killer. To which he guesses is right, in this new life he has now, but fuck the guy had balls to spit some of the shit he did put. He’s lucky Ghost didn’t spit in his drink or beat him with a bottle of low shelf scotch. Not wanting to waste the good shit on a man who thought it was poetic to leer about his servers ass.
Ghost guesses it’s better than torture but it’s a close call.