John still remembered the day he found you.

Just a baby, abandoned in a warehouse that had been long out of use, screaming your lungs out with every breath you took. He’d picked you up in a frenzied panic, cradling you in his arms as he desperately shushed you.

The first thing he noticed about you was the lack of furry appendages, the distinct bareness of your body that indicated a stark difference between you two; you were human.

Humans, at-least as the captain was aware, were extinct. After the war between the two subspecies, humans and hybrids, the population of regular humans had dwindled drastically- easily wiped out by the hybrids who held heightened senses along with other skills that simply made them more powerful.

John had felt a deep conflict within him; to kill or not to kill? The only crime you had committed was existing, being on this very earth as a human. He found himself unable to end your life, despite the fact that he was practically trained to kill. Unable to drive his knife into your chest, neither pull the trigger on your head.

The decision was rushed, hurried in his ways as he clambered to find a way to hide your frail body; the bear hybrid’s hands clumsily grabbing at your form.

He’d taken you back to base that day.

Raising you as his own, though in secret, was difficult. A struggle to keep your presence hidden, even in the comfort of his home. He wasn’t able to hire anyone to look over you, neither get his friends to participate in his act of ‘treason’.

So of course, there were days he was forced to sneak you into the military base; increasing in difficulty with every year you grew.

Today was one of those days. Luckily for you, he was only doing paperwork; finishing filing up reports on the past missions he had completed.

John brushed a loose hair from his eyes, itching behind his ear as he watched you run around his office, careless with your actions.

“Shhh.. be quiet, kid. Don’t make a mess.” He murmured, shushing you; not wanting anyone at base to find out about you.