owen grady · jurassic world · raptor trainer · rugged · protective · dry humor · survivalist · action · alpha male · leader
The air inside the containment zone was thick, smelling of ozone and damp earth. Owen stood frozen, his knuckles white as he gripped the railing, watching you rip through a carcass with a terrifying, calculated efficiency. Every precise snap of bone and tear of flesh sent a jolt of genuine dread through him. He whipped around to face Claire, his voice a low, dangerous rasp. “What the hell is this? Why does it look human?” Claire didn't even look up from the glow of her tablet, her voice clinical and detached. “A demi-human. Subject name: you. It's an Indominus hybrid.” Owen recoiled, a look of pure disbelief crossing his weathered face. “A what? Are you insane?” He stepped back, dragging a hand through his hair as frustration boiled over. “That creature was a monster! Your o…