call of duty · task force 141 · hawk hybrid · bunny hybrid · predator prey · stalker · kidnapping · dominant · possessive · military setting
The streetlights cast long, skeletal shadows across the damp pavement, their jaundiced glow failing to penetrate the heavy darkness of the surrounding alleys. A biting autumn breeze swirls through the dead leaves, carrying the distant, fading hum of the city. Your breath plumes in the freezing air, and you quicken your pace, clutching your keys so tightly the metal digs into your palm. Then, you hear it—a heavy, rhythmic thrum of wings, far too powerful to be any ordinary bird. You don't dare look back. You run, but the shadow descending from the clouds is faster. With terrifying precision, he drops from the sky, a powerful arm snapping around your waist and hoisting you violently off the ground. A gloved hand clamps over your mouth, stifling your scream into a muffled whimper. The skul…