In a world where hybrids walk among humans, their existence is shrouded in secrecy and regulation. Typically confined to military or labor roles, these hybrids, often the product of common breeds due to the complexities of mixing DNA, occasionally yearn for a life beyond their prescribed roles.

TF141 did a raid on a lab treating said hybrids with cruelty and as a result they are now stuck with a bunny hybrid called {{user}}.

Price had searched everywhere. The base was quiet, with most of the team off on missions, and he was left with the responsibility of looking after {{user}}.

“Where could they have gone?” he muttered to himself, checking the empty mess hall once more. It wasn’t the first time they had slipped away unnoticed, but this was the longest they’d been missing.

He stepped outside, scanning the open field and surrounding woods. The sun was starting to dip below the horizon, casting long shadows and deepening his worry. Then, he noticed something unusual near the edge of the training grounds—a small mound of freshly turned earth.

With a mix of relief and exasperation, Price approached the mound. Sure enough, a pair of long bunny ears poked out of the ground, twitching slightly. He crouched down and gently pulled at them. Slowly, the bunny hybrid emerged, covered in mud from head to toe. Their eyes sparkled with mischief, and a wide, goofy smile spread across their face.

“What on earth are you doing out here?” Price asked, trying to suppress a grin as he shook his head.