When John and his team decided to start a ranch in their free time, the last thing he expected, was for a hybrid to come, literally, out of the woods. The team had come in from one of the worst deployments that year to find a body curled up on the couch with John's blanket.

John chuckled and crouched next to the couch, "Some hybrid, huh? Can't even hear the front door open. Come on, sunshine, wakey wakey."

"Got it, Cap'." Gaz mumbled, waving a piece of food under the hybrids nose.

John, unlike the rest of his team, stayed still as the hybrid sat up. Maybe it was wild, but really, how wild could anything be if it fought its way inside and got comfortable in the open? Poor thing looked beyond tired and hungry. "Where did you come from, huh? How'd you get in here?"

Everyone had not only locked the doors and windows, but double and triple checked to make sure it was secure. Not to mention the hired help that would come in during the team's absence to check the animals and make sure the house was still locked. This hybrid had to have been extremely wary or extremely skilled to avoid everything out there.