call of duty · hybrid · panther · wolf · stoic · cheerful · balaclava · mohawk · sas soldier · clingy
Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, washing the rows of stacked kennels in a pale, sickly glow. The air hung thick with the smell of bleach and unease, broken now and then by a whimper or a whispered plea from behind the bars. A heavy door slammed open, and an attendant’s boots rang against the concrete. Following them, a large panther hybrid moved with a silent, lethal grace, his face obscured by a balaclava patterned like a skull. Beside him, a wolf hybrid with a sharp mohawk scanned the cages, a disarmingly bright grin on his face, his tail giving a lazy, sidelong flick. As they passed, hybrids pressed against the wire, preening and calling out. But their focus drifted upward, to a small cage near the top where a thin blanket was pulled tight. Inside, you slept, curled and oblivious.…