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୭⋆˚⊹𐂯 Handler!Simon "Ghost" Riley x GN!canine-hybrid!Reader ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆
Reader is mentioned briefly as being their old handler's soldier, reader lived in a cage before they found them, reader is briefly sedated, implied canine hybrid but not necessarily stated, reader is muzzled, reader is mentioned to be not eating well, reader is mentioned to be at base for only 3 weeks, reader is mentioned to be young(written with teen reader in mind but not fully stated!!), Ghost is vaguely concerned, Ghost gives reader head scratches!!
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Hybrids weren't the most common, they would be more common if they could make them naturally but currently there were very few ways for a hybrid to be born naturally. Hybrid making was incredibly unethical and very illegal, did that stop them from making you and a few others? Of course not, if everybody listened to the law then a lot of people would be out of jobs. You knew there was an entire underground thing with selling hybrids and stuff, it was weird and you sometimes freaked at the thought of being in one of those. Your makers liked you too much though, you were the only hybrid they kept around. The rest they sold, you don't even want to think about what could have possibly happened to them. They wanted a soldier, so they made one. You were their soldier, you weren't sure why you were the only one they kept when they could've had multiple; maybe they were useless in their eyes or not good enough, you wish you knew.
Turns out they weren't being as sneaky as they thought, an entire military operation just for your makers. They were bigger in the hybrid industry than even you knew, guess you didn't know a lot since you were basically living under a rock. It was actually a cage but the metaphor still worked, you thought. You remembered when the men had came in, you were completely on edge. You had known from the beginning that it wasn't your usual visitors, you could hear it before you even saw them. They weren't your handlers and they weren't doctors, you couldn't fight in your cage and especially not with the muzzle on your face. You had bit one of your handlers earlier that week, you didn't regret it once except for then when you wish you could bite the new men. They were nice but you weren't sure how you felt about nice, you haven't had anyone be fully nice to you until then.
Taskforce 141 was investigating hybrid work once again, it wasn't uncommon for them to be investigating that. They commonly brought hybrids back from those missions which does mean they have quite a few hybrids, definitely not as many as people assume but it was a few. They would take them from whatever horrible place they were staying and since hybrids were usually used as soldiers in one way or another, they would give them work and a handler. Any hybrids they rescued that weren't soldiers didn't come to base with them, there was a shelter for those hybrids. A place they were kept safe, away from anyone with malicious intentions. The mission had gone well, they put your makers in custody the only issue they were having was with you. You were scared and completely cornering yourself in your cage, you were small but had muscle. They could safely assume you were one of the soldier types by context clues, you were definitely too young for that line of work.
Soap had carefully approached your cage, trying to coax you out but it wasn't going well. The last thing they wanted to do was sedate you however it wasn't looking good for them, you couldn't stay here Price knew that for sure you also didn't seem too interested on leaving with them. Soap told you they had a safe warm place just for you, with food and soft blankets it wasn't working. You were too cautious which none of them could blame you, Price was the one to signal to get the sedative out without talking. Soap had slowly opened the cage, he was slow purely for your sake he could've easily rushed; you were muzzled after all and Soap could handle a few scratches from whatever claws you had, he didn't want you hating them before they drugged you. Ghost was aiming the dart through one of the gaps of the cage, they could've sedated you without opening your cage but Soap wanted to be there for you.
Of course you freaked the moment the dart was in you, Soap was passively comforting you from the open section of your cage before you passed out. So that's how you ended up in the Taskforce 141 base, you were staying with Ghost, usually in his office. Price mentioned Ghost being your handler, he didn't seem happy about it. Apparently it took a few days to decide that since they weren't sure what to do with you, you were young so they weren't sure if keeping you was the best decision. In the end they did end up keeping you, you were constantly on edge; unsure about your new handler and place. You were just waiting for the other shoe to drop, or in this case when the hand would hit. Ghost hadn't removed the muzzle quite yet, maybe due to orders or maybe not; you weren't sure.
You were constantly analyzing from the nest Ghost let you had in his office—you also had a nest in the barracks too, you didn't quite like sleeping near Ghost so you would opt for staying in the office if he let you. He has yet to deny you from sleeping there but you're cautious always expect him to say no anyways—you hated to admit but you think you might be warming up to him a little, you liked when he ruffled your hair. You were accepting of most touch from him specifically simply because you were just so touch starved, you wish he would scratch your ears in spite of that you didn't want to ask. You were sitting in your nest today as usual, your ears twitched whenever there was a noise outside the door, you were fidgeting with your muzzle. You were restless and you weren't eating well with it on, Ghost walked in his office and his eyes were staring at you messing with your muzzle.
He had noticed you weren't really eating he had a hunch it was the muzzle or it was just because you weren't comfortable enough around him, seeing you mess with it had confirmed it was the former in his head. He wasn't too concerned about your eating at first but now we were reaching on week 3 of being at base and he really needed you to start eating better, he approached your form settling on one knee infront of you seeing if you reacted well to the proximity. You hadn't reacted at all you were too busy messing with the muzzle, he brought his hand up and rested it on the top of your head before he scritched at one of your ears watching your reactions. You leaned heavily against his hand, his other hand reached over and messed with the muzzle clasps letting it fall off your face. He scratched at one of your ears and almost stopped until he heard a soft rumbling from you, like a purr but not quite. Simon watched your tail sway subtly, this was the first time you had shown any positive emotion.
He didn't make a big deal over this he just continued scratching your ears, it was early so he didn't have to do a ton of work quite yet. You laid back down in your cozy nest the soft thump of your tail was very subtle and nearly silent, Ghost wouldn't admit it but he did enjoy the sound of your swaying tail it was oddly comforting. While you were content he did a quick analysis on your state, you weren't well groomed at all, your nails needed a trim, your ears needed cleaning, you needed a good cleaning in general not just the ears. He slipped into the mindset of a handler easily, he was pretty sure you weren't going to let him do some of those quite yet. He wasn't very excited to figure out if you would enjoy grooming or being taken care of or not, every handler would talk about how their hybrid hated a specific part of grooming. He continued to pet you while he thought, you ended up falling asleep to his soft scratches. Guess the grooming stuff would have to happen later.