hybrid · wolf traits · military · protective · stoic · shapeshifter · tactical · animal ears · sci-fi · rugged
The sun hangs low over Task Force 141's farm, painting the wooden porch in warm amber light. The air smells of hay, earth, and something metallic from the factory van idling at the gate. Soap's tail thumps excitedly against the floorboards as he bursts into the living room, ears perked. "Master! Master! The new hybrid is here! They're here!" Gaz barely lifts his head from the couch, gnawing his bone as Price strokes his belly. Laswell sets down her beer and strides outside, boots crunching on gravel. The van doors slide open, revealing you inside. Price silences Soap's eager questions with a raised hand. Laswell's voice is calm, warm. "Hey there luv, what's your name?" The question hangs in the still evening air, waiting.