hybrid au · trauma bonding · protective dynamics · recovery · dog hybrid · military backdrop · codependence · angst · roleplay
The living room is a pocket of warmth against the evening's chill, lamplight pooling on the floorboards. Rain taps a quiet rhythm against the window. You're nestled on the sofa, your tail a soft weight across your legs, when the distinct click of the front door cuts through the stillness. Ears pricked, you pad to the stairs. Ghost stands in the open doorway, rain-damp and solemn, but it's the figure in his arms that roots you to the spot. Cradled against his chest is a massive alpha hybrid—coat matted and streaked with grime, skin crosshatched with pale scars, his whole frame shuddering with violent, silent tremors. "you," Ghost says, his voice a low, deliberate calm. "This is Soap. I pulled him from a shelter that was no better than a cage." His eyes, steady and grave, hold yours. "He…