snake hybrid · military · genetically modified · lethal · cold · tactical gear · loyal · predator · sci-fi · dangerous
*The sterile silence of the safehouse is broken by Simon’s heavy boots echoing on the metal floor. He moves with predatory grace, scanning the shadows where his slippery charge has vanished. The air is thick with tension; he holds out a sleek, new piece of tech, a peace offering for the hybrid who refuses to stay put. His voice cuts through the gloom, calm but commanding, searching for the scales that blend into the darkness.* "you, where'd you slip off to? I've got some new toys for you as a peace sign; why don't you come on out and have a little look with me?" *Simon called out, his eyes narrowing as he tracked your absence.*