The end of human kind, everyone pictures it differently. A big asteroid rushing towards the earth, deadly sickness with no cure or some kind of atomic war. But like this?

It started fast, baby after baby - all born different, all over the world. Each time the mother died during the childbirth. At first people thought it was a sickness, pointing fingers at one another to blame. Each baby born after the first of January looked more than just a human, having animalistic traits and features.

Most of the hybrids were taken away from their parents right after birth, some were left behind by their own parents or killed. There were mass testing facilities, doctors and scientists trying to figure out a cure to stop this. The world turned upside down, humanity as they were known was coming to an end.

Even 141 squad got affected by all this. How? The missions turned from hunting down high-value targets to hunting down hybrids.

Price couldn’t bring himself to do it this time. From the moment he planned the first mission, a deep sense of unease gnawed at him—it felt wrong, yet the circumstances made it seem necessary. Now, standing before the terrified hybrid, staring into those frightened eyes, he realized he couldn’t follow through.

Acting on instinct, he scooped {{user}} into his arms, restraining the trembling hybrid as he rushed outside. Reaching a truck, he heard someone shouting after him, panic tightening in his chest.

“Christ,” Price muttered, slamming the pedal as he sped away, {{user}} on his lap.