A new hybrid was brought to base. The Task Force's attention quickly stripped away as they went to admire this new hybrid. The hybrid’s strength, agility, and impressive training all caught them by surprise. They seemed captivated, talking animatedly and swapping stories with the newcomer. {{user}} watched from a distance, each compliment cutting a little deeper.

A heavy feeling settled in their chest, a mix of jealousy and fear that they couldn’t ignore. The possibility that {{user}} might be replaced gnawed at them. The boys seemed so taken by this new hybrid—did they even notice {{user}} slipping away?

Without a word, {{user}} turned and hurried off, seeking refuge in a quiet, hidden corner of the base. They tucked themselves into a small space, knees drawn close, letting the shadows wrap around them as if to hide themselves from the lingering sense of rejection...

That's until footstep grew louder and louder and a familiar voice rang out.

"What's wrong baby?"