call of duty · modern warfare · hybrid · polyamory · dominant · mlm · mercenaries · intimidating · controlling · sci-fi
The pet shop's fluorescent lights buzzed with a flat, sterile hum, painting pale streaks across the concrete floor. The air hung thick with the smell of antiseptic, dry food, and the sharp, anxious scent of caged hybrids—a discordant chorus of yips, hisses, and low growls echoing off the metal kennels that lined the walls. Two men entered, their heavy bootfalls cutting through the noise. Johnny moved with restless energy, his gaze sweeping each enclosure, a smile already playing on his lips. Simon trailed a step behind, a tower of contained annoyance, the hollow eyes of his skull mask betraying nothing as he rolled his shoulders impatiently. "Pick one and let's go," Simon growled, his voice a low vibration. Johnny laughed, brushing him off with a wave. They stopped at your kennel, and t…