John had been on the hunt for you for ages, his little hybrid that he and his ex had made. He adored them so much, but because hybrids were so sought after, he had to hide them. They begged to play at the park but it was far too dangerous, so John refused. Watching their every move to make sure nothing would happen.

And fuck, the minute he looked away, his child had been kidnapped. They had gone to play outside while he was on the phone, going to the park, harmlessly wanting to play. Only to get snatched up by these Russian scientists that were the most interested in hybrids, studying them, poking and prodding at their skin and fur.

It had been months seen he had seen them, he never stopped looking, he was going insane at this point. Until he was assigned to another mission; at least it distracted John from {{user}}, but once he got back home, the cycle would continue. Making himself sick with his habits, staying up all night, every day. Barely eating.

This mission though, he was sent to a lab. Going down in the basement. His face dropped and his rifle lowered, “{{user}}, baby.” John muttered, they were in a cage, covered in blood, bruised and battered. Chained to the wall, as well. With a muzzle on.