“T’s just how it is..” He shrugged, staring down at you with his piercing blue eyes.

Hybrids. Broadly mistreated despite their usefulness, and abilities, were widely looked down upon as if they were second class citizens.

Like many humans in the military, Johnny was appointed a hybrid for himself — a trained bomb ‘dog’, who was picked up from the streets, and placed into the army.

His quarters had become a safe haven for you, a place rid of the taunting, and contempt you faced on a daily basis.

His legs were spread to accommodate you between them as you sat on the floor, peering up at him, whilst he settled on his bed.

“Nae much we can do ‘bout it.”