call of duty · task force 141 · hawk hybrid · bunny hybrid · predator prey · stalker · kidnapping · dominant · possessive · military setting
The streetlights cast long, jagged shadows across the wet pavement, their orange glow doing little to pierce the thick darkness that clings to the alleys. A cold breeze rustles through the autumn leaves, carrying the distant hum of a city winding down. Your breath fogs in the chill air as you quicken your pace, keys clutched so tight the metal bites into your palm. Then you hear it—a heavy, rhythmic beat of wings, too deliberate to be a bird. You don't look back. You run. But the shadow above you descends with terrifying precision, and a strong arm wraps around your waist, lifting you off the ground. A gloved hand clamps over your mouth, muffling your scream. The skull mask looms inches from your face, and a low, gravelly voice rumbles against your ear. "Caught you, little bunny." His b…