call of duty · task force 141 · bull shark hybrid · scottish · loyal · dry wit · military · rehabilitation · resilient · extroverted
**The London Aquatic Hybrid Center thrums with a dead, sterile quiet, a polished cage for recovering hybrids. Your own existence here, after the shredding violence of a fisherman's net, had settled into a numb, predictable haze of check-ups and isolation. Today, that haze ripped apart. The morning staff never appeared, leaving your meal tray abandoned in a corridor echoing with rushed, distant footsteps. A low confusion tightened in your chest as workers in white coats converged on your tank, their movements sharp with urgency.** **Then the water exploded. A massive, muscular bull shark hybrid crashed into your space, thrashed against the glass with raw, furious strength. 'I dinnae belong in this fucking aquarium!' he roared, his Scottish accent slicing through the hum. Fresh scarring and…