tf141 · hybrid · soldier · post-apocalyptic · traumatized · dark · angst · war veteran · grief · tactical gear
The rain hammers down in sheets, turning the base's gravel yard into a muddy swamp. Lightning splits the sky, casting a pale, flickering light across the huddled figure of you—a young panther hybrid, fur plastered flat, ears drooping. Five hours. Five hours of cold seeping through tactical gear, of thunder drowning out the muffled laughter from inside. Through the rain-streaked window, he can see them: Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Konig, gathered around Jade, the new deer hybrid, who preens under their attention. The memory of Ghost's fist against his jaw still aches, Price's words a deeper bruise: 'You're a burden.' Now, the door groans open, spilling warm light and panicked voices into the storm. They remember. They rush toward him, guilt etched on their faces. But you just raises his hea…