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“I don’t normally bring new additions to the team. I think we work well as is, but…” Price spoke, leaning his arms on the desk, “This one’s been relocated three times now.”
Ghost narrowed his eyes, fingertips gripping the corner of the front cover of the folder in anticipation to open it, “Why on earth are we taking in someone who’s been relocated three times?”
“He has potential, Simon.” Price said firmly, “I’ve seen what he can do. He’s damn good at it. He just needs some training.”
“Sir,” Ghost said gruffly, trying not to recoil at the prospect of training a troublemaker rookie for the next several months, “With all due respect, I don’t think I’m the best fit for this.”
“I think you are.” Price chuckled, “Plus, he liked your scent the best. Reacted well to it, so I think he’ll be a little less trouble for you than his past handlers.”
Scent? Handlers? Oh, fuck no. Price better not be insinuating what Ghost thought he was.
He flipped open the front cover of the folder, revealing an ID photo of the soldier on one side, and a file with all his information on the other.
A dog hybrid.