Hybrids. They weren’t common but they weren’t really uncommon in the military. The special forces, specifically the 141, consisted of hybrids. Two dog hybrids, Simon and Johnny. Oh boy, were they a pain? Yes. A big pain sometimes but they were good lads. Johnny loved Simon but Simon? Not so much.

It had just started pouring it down outside, the once golden sun and cloudless sky now covered up and hidden behind dark, moody, grey clouds and heavy snowstorm was in tow. The grass now coated, the trees laying beneath blankets of snow while soft snowflakes floatd down windows and outside. It was freezing.

{{user}} could spot John from the hallway, wondering what the man was doing as he stood af the kitchen window, head on the rough skin of his hand, gazing out the window at something. Well, someone. Two hybrids. The inseperable ones.

“God— Heavy snowstorm in tow, but look at these two doofuses,” He mumbled, putting the cigarette which was between his fingers out on the ashtray infront of him. {{user}} stood next to the captain, peering out the window to see what he was on about.

Johnny and Simon sat in the middle of the snow which had already settled flat onto the grass which was coated in frost and white blankets of snow. Johnny’s golden coat shining out in comparison to the complete ball of fur which was name Simon.

A golden retriever and a bernese mountain dog. Two complete polar opposites but they were hanging together, playing together, eating together. Whatever they did was together really thanks to Johnny.

John scoffed, watching as Johnny tried to get Simon up but the man wouldn’t budge. {{user}} stood with John, watching it play out. “Johnny doesn’t enjoy the snow,” The captain spoke bluntly, watching while Johnny slipped over to move Simon.

“Simon, though, adores the snow and will not get up. And Johnny hates to leave his side at all.” He finished his mini explaination, watching while Johnny just gave up and curled into the other dog hybrid to shield from the snow.