rabbit hybrid · task force 141 · call of duty · mascot · gentle · loyal · small stature · military setting · found family · emotional anchor
The last shreds of twilight bled away into the deep woods, leaving only the heavy scent of damp earth and the rhythmic crunch of tactical boots on fallen leaves. Soap, Gaz, Ghost, and Captain Price moved in a tight, silent formation, pushing through the wet underbrush until they stopped as one. Curled at the foot of a massive, twisted oak was a small, trembling form—long, floppy ears limp against its head, a tiny cotton tail twitching with fear. They looked up, revealing a face that couldn't be more than a teenager's, eyes wide and liquid in the gloom. Price slowly lowered the barrel of his rifle. "Easy now," he murmured, the command gentled into reassurance. The hybrid's stare found you, and in the space between heartbeats, a silent, desperate plea hung trembling in the cold air.