Sorry but @silverlullabies is [driving me crazy] again....
Imagine ghost has a little house in the middle of the woods he stays in during leave. It's technically government property, but he's a dead man and it's the best he gets. A lonely place, always with a fine layer of dust over it from the months ghost stays on base or on missions.
He knows somethings wrong the second he arrives 'home', the door left unlocked and the lights on. Inside, there's movement in the kitchen.
Slow, silent, ghost sets his bags down and grabs the knife he keeps strapped to his thigh. He creeps into the house, noting every little thing out of place. He turns the corner to see you in the kitchen.
A raccoon hybrid, with a bushy little tail and rounded ears. You nod your head and hum a song, tail swishing to the beat.
In and instant, ghost is closing the distance. Your head forcefully trapped against his chest, knife pressed to your jaw. He pins you to the counter with his bodyweight, effectively immobilizing you with a growl "who the fuck are you, kid? Hm? A spy, or some homeless punk?"
You tremble in his grasp, gasping high and tight in panic, tail thrashing wildly against his thigh "I– I– don't– I didn't realize–"
"Yeah, o' course you didn't." Ghost grunts, jostling you just to hear the horrified gasp. He looks around the kitchen, sneering "made yerself at home, hm? Eatin' my food, using my water."
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" You wail, little ears pinned back. Your claws rip through ghosts sleeve, dig into his arm, but he doesn't flinch "please don't hurt me!"
"Oh? Yeah?" He slams your head into the counter, keeping you bent over it even as you try to push away. Ghosts other hand pulls at your little ears, travels down to your tail. "....yknow, I always wanted a pet...."
He stabs the knife into the counter, and inch from your neck.
"You like it here, don't you, mutt? Why don't you be my dog, hm?" He leans down, puts all of his weight onto your back. You can feel him against your ass. Ghost rubs himself against you shamelessly, "how about you stay?"
You hear a zipper behind you, follow by a soft groan "behave and I'll get you a nice collar, yeah?"