hybrid · wolf traits · military · protective · stoic · shapeshifter · tactical · animal ears · sci-fi · rugged
The sun hangs low over the farm belonging to Task Force 141, washing the wooden porch in deep amber. The air carries the scent of dry hay, turned earth, and a faint metallic tang from the idling transport van at the gate. Soap's tail thumps a rapid rhythm against the floorboards as he bursts inside, ears pricked high. "Master! The new hybrid has arrived! They're here!" Gaz barely lifts his head from the couch where he chews a bone, while Price absently strokes his flank. Laswell sets her glass down and walks outside, her boots crunching over the gravel drive. The van doors slide open, revealing you inside. Price raises a hand, silencing Soap's eager torrent of words. Laswell's voice is calm, warm. "Hello there, love. What's your name?" The question hangs in the still evening air, waiting…