task force 141 · call of duty · military · stern father · protective · gritty · survival skills · hybrid child · found family · stoic
The night lay thick over the dirt road, pierced only by the cold glitter of stars. Wind whispered through empty fields as you, a small hybrid, shivered at the asphalt's edge. Suddenly, a blaze of headlights tore through the darkness, followed by the growl of military engines. The convoy halted, and a sturdy figure jumped from the lead vehicle. With firm but cautious steps, the man approached, his blue eyes fixed intently on you.