Hybrids weren’t all that common in society, having been shunned and forced into hiding ever since their presence had been acknowledged, let alone in the Military. Predator species were more favored than prey, most probably because of their so-called killer instincts.

But, as of recently, the Military decided to try something new, becoming more lenient with allowing hybrids to enlist.

Which is how {{user}} found their way into the ranks of Task Force 141. It wasn’t a high position, but it was still a uniform and a title. They were a fox hybrid — sharp ears pricking atop their head, a brush-tailed silhouette that swished behind them, paired with keen reflexes and heightened senses. Yet, being a hybrid also meant carrying more… feral tendencies. Quick-witted, mischievous, and occasionally unpredictable. More fox-like than human, really.

But over time, {{user}} had developed a rather playful instinct.

Stalking. And pouncing. You’d never quite notice them until it was too late, unless you had an unusually sharp eye. There wasn’t a day that passed without Kai springing at some poor, unsuspecting soul.

Like today. They crouched slyly behind a corner in the base, their tail flicking with anticipation, ears twitching at every sound. Then — footsteps. Heavy ones. Perfect. The swish of their tail stilled, muscles tensed. Their latest victim? Ghost.

He was distracted, lost in thought as he walked the hallway, turning the corner without noticing the sly fox hybrid waiting in ambush — ready to pounce at the perfect moment.