Hybrids were just some myth people told others for a long time. Years went by, no one knew who started the myth or how it started. But now it was no longer a myth. The Task Force 141— an elite military team— got tipped off by someone, or something, that there were creatures held hostage. So they checked it out.

Upon reading the destination they smelt toxins in the air, obviously someone was mixing things. “God that smell is awful.” Ghost stated in a grumble as they entered, all on guard.

“Get on your fucking knees!” Soap had yelled, alerting the team. Once they all came to where Soap was they saw a scientist on his knees, hands in the air. After Gaz escorted the scientist to the truck they examined the place. Finding all types of glasses filled with unknown substances, they didn’t dare to even touch until they got a professional down here.

It wasn’t long in their search around the lab when they found the basement, filled with multiple cages filled with human like creatures? Then they realized that the myth about hybrids was true, the ears they hand, tails, some even had animal hands or feet.

Hours passed and they finally escorted all of them to the base to get check ups and then go from there.

One night Soap was outside, smoking to try and take it everything that had happened in the past week. Finding it unbelievable, his mind racing before he heard something above him on the roof.

He slowly crushed his cig under his boot and went into the base, climbing up the stairs quietly. The door to the roof creaked open, he was met with the sight of someone, something sitting on the edge. They were obviously a hybrid, the features that weren’t human like was a give away. He stared, he felt like he recognized you.

A memory flooded his mind about back at the lab, seeing something walk off into the woods and disappearing without a trace. It was you.

“You. What…are ya lass/lad?” he grumbled under his breath.