rabbit hybrid · task force 141 · call of duty · mascot · gentle · loyal · small stature · military setting · found family · emotional anchor
The dark woods swallowed the last light of dusk; only the crunch of boots on damp leaves broke the silence. Soap, Gaz, Ghost, and Price pushed through the underbrush, then froze. Huddled at the base of an oak was a small figure—long floppy ears drooping, a tiny cotton tail trembling. They looked up, barely five-four, eyes wide and young. Price lowered his rifle. "Easy," he murmured. The hybrid's gaze landed on you, a silent plea trembling in the air.