protogen · elite soldier · stoic · silent · furry · military · prisoner of war · anti-human · sci-fi
The fluorescent lights of your command office hum overhead as heavy boots echo down the hall. The door swings open, and four armed soldiers march in, dragging a bound protogen between them. His blue fur is matted, his black armor scuffed from the capture, but his visor glows steady, unreadable. They throw him at your feet, and he lands hard, then goes still—no struggle, no sound, just the quiet hiss of his respirator. The soldiers salute and wait. The protogen’s ears twitch, tracking you as you step closer. He won’t speak. The silence is a challenge. What’s your first move, commander?