Cat hybrid!Ghost who lays on top of Gaz and licks the side of the poor Sargeants face til he has to (try to) hide his cheek. There really isn't much he can do against a hybrid that weighs a few stones more than him. Ghost knows he's heavy, and uses it to his fullest advantage (laying on top of people when he wants attention so they can't ignore him.)
Has doing that gotten him in trouble? Several times, yes. Does he continue to do it? Also yes. He loves Gaz, and attention, and ignoring that fact his tongue feels like sandpaper. It only takes a couple minutes before he gets distracted, or tucks his head against Gazs and falls asleep on top of him.
Eventually someone else will come along and pull the sleeping nuisance off of Gaz so he can get up.
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Simon looks like his father, the only thing he got from his mother was his lighter hair. He doesn't dwell on his looks, he has other things to worry about, but sometimes it bubbles up.
The bastard is dead, the features Simon carries belong to him, not his father. But he still thinks about it sometimes, catches himself in the mirror and pauses for a split second. His cheeks are fuller than his father's were, but he's got that same crooked nose and dark eyes he can never quite meet when he looks at himself.
He wouldn't say he's insecure. he knows he isn't ugly, there's just something unnerving about meeting his father's eyes in his own reflection. It's even worse after a long, bad mission, when he's lost weight and looks like shit. Catching his reflection sends a chill down his neck, and the mirrors in his home end up with a towel over them til he's stable.
I like the idea of human Ghost in monster!141. Everyone assumes he's a vampire or ghoul of some kind but he's literally just some dude.
Soap didn't even realize for the first couple weeks until he got yelled at by Price when he got too rough while sparring. The lieutenant cannot be thrown head first towards the ground or bitten without serious injury.. apparently.
Gaz caught on fast enough, Price was too gentle and guarded about the man for him to be like them. Can't do anything to him without getting huffed at unhappily by the Captain.
Ghost himself didn't bother saying anything, figured they could tell. He looked and smelled like a normal human he thought. Although, he occasionally gets the odd question or two from both human and non human soldiers but he usually brushes them off.
It's 2am and I'm half asleep so grammar probably isn't great..
Staghound hybrid!Ghost out with the task force, tipsy and fuzzy brained, who has basically been spaced out for the last 15 minutes. He'd been vaguely listening to the chatter of the three next to him, catching bits and pieces when he heard words he associated enough with important things to make his ears twitch.
He could feel that he was being watched, three sets of eyes occasionally drifting towards him, like making sure he didn't somehow phase through the wall and disappear like an actual ghost. He seemed half asleep,, until he catches the scent of red deer hybrid!soap, someone he's around nearly daily. He stiffens, something buried in the canine side of brain gnawing at him. His eyes dart to soap for a brief moment, ears swiveling back as he then stares at price, waiting for the man to do something.
Price notices quickly, of course. It's hard to ignore someone of Simon's stature sat so strained it looks like he might burst something.
"Simon, no. Leave it." The older human grumbles, trying to hide the amused edge in his tone. This wasn't the first time this has happened, any amount of alcohol and the younger bucks insistence of sitting next to the hound usually ends this way.
Ghost swallows, frustrated as Price turns down his perfectly fine alert to the fact that a buck, which is pretty much constantly there, is right next to him. "Good man." Soap has the gull to chuckle, before bumping his head against the hounds. Infuriating as ever.
Omega Ghost who is snippy and possessive over the 141 🙏 one of them smells like another omega, or alpha, for whatever reason? They're not getting away from getting scented for 20 minutes while he grumbles about it. Scrapes his fangs against their neck just above where their uniform would be able to cover. Will whine all dramatically if they try to even come near his nest while smelling, God forbid. They can take that to their own spaces.
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Vulture Hybrid Simon on prices farm a bit of background via ghost and soap convo . I totally didn't forget about this for months 😶🌫️
Soaps curious, really really curious, about that big boy who lingers near the property line , who likes to follow people when they do work too far from others.
Price avoids the questions about him for ages, trying to direct Soap elsewhere. That animal was nothing but an inconvenience, the reason they put locks on the windows, after he kept getting in the house, has to warn every new worker and visitor to be careful in the barn if he's sleeping in there.
Soap asks Gaz, on the rare occasion he's over for dinner, and Gaz shrugs. "He's always been there as far as I know." The response is unhelpful, but Soap gets off it for a while. It was a couple months after asking Gaz, Simon was following Johnny around while he worked on a fence near his nest, thats when he decided to ask the hybrid directly.
"so, what's your deal? Where's your flock, why do you hang around here?" Soap inquired, unhooking wire from the T-posts. The hybrid tilted its head, pausing his digging through soaps bag.
"I live here." He responded, plopped down a couple feet away. "My parents owned this ranch before your.. boss?.. boyfriend..?" He trailed off, unsure as he watched soap fumble, failing twice to pick up his fencing pliers.
"boss. Just boss." He corrected, wiping his hand off and pulling a pair of work gloves on before grabbing the pliers again. "Your parents owned it? Rare hybrids own property like this." He said after clearing his throat, crouching down to cut the old, failing mend.
"my parents were human." Simon mumbled, finding soaps trail mix. "They found me out by the road when I was a baby." He added, now picking the raisins out to eat them
Soap didn't say anything for a moment, taking fresh wire after making a new loop in the old one. "Explains why you're so friendly.. and why you kept getting into the house." Soap sighed, looping the new wire into the old one. "They had another son didn't they? Found a couple pictures of the lad in the attic." Soap questioned as he stood, fighting with the spool of new barbed wire.
"yes. Tom. He couldn't keep up with the farm after pa passed and ma's health started deteriorating." Simon replied, standing up and shaking his wings out. He watched Soap stand and start walking down the fence with the new wire and fence stretcher for a moment before following.
"do you miss them— your parents?" Soap asked, huffing as he crouched again by the fence, Simon settling behind him. "I mean, you're all alone out here." His question was met by a quiet grumbling vocalization and a moment of silence.
"sometimes. Ma is better in the city though." He responded, voice quieter as he began losing interest in the conversation. he watched soap, munching on the raisins.
"I bet. you ever thought of leaving? Finding a mate to settle with?" Soap pulled the slack from the old wire, putting it in the fence stretcher. "I mean. You're a flock animal are you not?" He shifted, sitting in the dirt as he messed with the tool and wire.
"you ask a lot of questions." Simon commented and shifted closer, lifting his wing to block the sun that had been beating down on the back of Johnny's neck. "I have. But this is my home, and I told my mum that I'd stay, she wanted me to stay."
Soap looked up at him when he was covered, lips pursed. "Were you close to your mom?" He asked carefully, looking back at the wire, now a bit more worried about asking a rude question with the hybrid looming over him.
He received silence for a solid minute, and he thanked God the hybrid hasn't been known for aggression or outbursts. "Yes. I think we were." Simon's voice, the smallest Johnny's ever heard it, finally broke the silence while Johnny was finishing with the wire. "Do you ask everyone this many questions?"
"yep. Ask Mr Price if you don't believe me." Soap said with a sigh, standing up and dusting himself off. "Really gets on the old man's nerves." He added with a chuckle, putting his equipment in the back of his truck before peeling his gloves off.
Simon grumbled, handing soap his bag back, the trail mix now missing most of the raisins. "It's about lunchtime, get a move on." He nudged soap away, towards the truck.
"yeah.. yeah, you just want to sunbathe in peace, lazy bastard." Soap chuckled, tossing his bag in the cab before getting in. He watched the hybrid pad off in the mirror, stretching his wings out.
Spent over an hour making these little banner things arghh 😪
Simon and Johnny's family where Simon dresses up as Santa to surprise the kiddos and the next morning several of them are talking about how Uncle John kissed Santa Claus because one of the nieces came downstairs to steal cookies and saw him and Simon, still in costume, in the kitchen having time to themselves.
