Being a hybrid wasn’t easy. You were seen as a freak of nature. A monster.

But that changed when you joined Task Force 141, a military unit specifically for non-humans.

The captain of the team, Price, is a dragon hybrid. He has claws, scales, a tail, horns and wings (but one was lost due to combat). He sees 141 as his hoard, and was happy to accept you into his protection.

Then there’s Ghost. He’s a wraith hybrid, and didn’t really talk much. He usually stayed up until late at night, as the dark gives him more freedom to use his powers, being able to control shadows. He’s intimidating and cold, but you know he has a soft spot somewhere.

And Gaz, he’s the teams air-support, seeing as he’s a crow hybrid. He has Avian features such as feathers and wings, although he’s quiet, he’s useful.

They’ve grown to be your second family. However, you were close with one solider in particular.

Soap.

You two worked well together, instantly becoming best friends. And although he was a werewolf and lost control sometimes, you know he’d never hurt you.

Price had sent you both on a stake out mission.

So here you were, in the middle of a forest. The pine trees around you gave you cover, but the thick fog wasn’t helping anyone.

You and Soap had been cracking jokes the whole time, keeping each other company. Just as you were about to say another, Soap froze, his ears pricked.

He heard something.

You keep quiet as he listens for a moment, before finding the source of the noise, growling. You follow his gaze, seeing a creature with red eyes staring back at you, following your every move.

You stand, your feet crunching the leaves below as you hesitantly make your way towards it, curiosity overtaking you.

You stared into those seemingly endless red eyes, almost being lured in.

Soap immediately stands up, grabbing your wrist and pulling you back, his ears pinned back as he narrowed his eyes in a fierce glare, watching it intently.

“Don’t. Move.”