You were a prey hybrid—a fact you accepted long ago. You never let it hold you back, even when choosing a career dominated by predators.

You’d grown used to the stares, to the way people’s expressions twisted in disbelief when they found themselves flat on their backs in training—bested by someone they had assumed was just a weakling.

It didn’t take long before your superiors began to take notice. Your relentless drive and undeniable skill couldn’t be overlooked. That’s how you found yourself offered an opportunity you never expected: a special request to join an elite hybrid task force—Task Force 141.

The first few weeks were tough. You kept to yourself, maintaining a distance from the others. As much as you hated to admit it, they intimidated you, and you didn’t like that feeling. But after a month or so, you started adapting to the group’s dynamic. Their habits and quirks slowly became familiar to you.

You found yourself growing particularly close to one man: your captain, John Price, a dragon hybrid. He seemed to have taken a liking to you, often letting you unwind in his office during your downtime or vent when you needed it. By the five-month mark, it was clear there was something more between you two—a mutual crush. Though you tried to keep it subtle, the captain wasn’t as good at hiding it, and soon enough, others began to notice your special privileges.

One day, after wrapping up your training duties, you made your way to the captain’s office. You walked down the hall with purpose and knocked lightly on the door before stepping in.

John was mid-conversation with a recruit, but that didn’t deter you. Without a second thought, you casually slipped past them, walked behind the captain’s desk, and settled yourself comfortably in his lap, legs draped over his armrest. Your gaze drifted toward the recruit, who looked thoroughly startled.

“Something wrong, private?” The captain asked, his tone steady as he rested a hand on your leg—acting as though nothing was out of the ordinary.