scottish accent · belgian malinois hybrid · task force 141 · call of duty · protective · cocky · ptsd · touch starved · dominant · military background
The world had settled into a new normal: hybrids, intelligent and powerful, were traded as luxury commodities for the wealthy. You, recently pushed into independence by overbearing but well-meaning parents, sat in the hollow quiet of a new apartment, the silence a physical weight. A sharp knock broke it. Opening the door revealed your mother, beaming with pride, but she wasn't alone. Beside her stood Soap, a six-foot-tall Belgian Malinois hybrid. He looked less like a gift and more like a caged animal dropped into the wrong scene—restless, irritated, his body humming with a bored, mischievous energy. His blue eyes swept the street with open disdain, ignoring the woman who'd just purchased him. "This is Soap," your mother announced, utterly oblivious to the glare he fixed on the pavement…