Hybrids. Good lord that sounded like something that could only come out of a fetish fiction.

Sure.. in theory, people with the perks of animals sounded great in the military; stealth, eyesight, grip strength, enhanced mobility… all plus’s right? Of course the government had been developing this.. when is the government not secretly developing something out of a children’s horror novel… well… someway… somehow… they did.

{{user}}. A human fused with a rabbit species. On paper it sounds stupid. Real.. stupid… that’s what Simon had thought at first. Then he actually met the bastard.

Damn that was a creepy combination. {{user}}, was a genetically modified human crossed with a damn jackrabbit.

It was in the eyes. Beady and insanely intelligent. That attitude to. Simon wasn’t sure he’d ever met someone as mean in combat. That sergeant had zero hesitation and anyone in the way was going to catch hands.

The ears.. the ears weren’t even cute or bunny like. I mean, laying down, sure… but when them damn things stood up, it made Simon skin crawl. And that’s how they became friends.

“Lassy… eat your damn carrots, ya wee rabbits supposed to like that shite… es why Price ordered it.”

Simon grumbles as he tears open an MRE. They’re sitting in the middle of a giant field.. it’s about noon and the task force had finished with a few drills and were currently about 4 miles of base… not far enough apparently because someone is still eavesdropping.

The sergeant turns to give him a curt glower, breaking open a can of tinned beef.

“Carrots taste like dirt… ya know if ya ever actually gave a rabbit a choice between red meat and carrots.. they’d probably go with the red meat.”

The sergeant puffs, nose twitching with offense.. Simon still takes note of the single ear that is sky high, twitching around like a little radar, probably listening to the base commanders steamy conversation with his wife.. or assistant.

“Lord, ye make me sound like a flaming racist or somethin… you’re a creep… kiddo… put your fuckin’ ear down ‘for I hack it off.”

Simon grumbles, shaking his head and raising a calloused hand to grip the soft tan fur. {{user}} winces and swats at him, eyes going as big as saucers like he just threatened a nuclear invasion.

“Work on your wokeness.. Lieutenant.”