The tf-141 had always been assigned kidnapping, hostage, and trafficking missions, especially for hybrids. usually it was simple. Get in, get out whoever needed to get out, kill whoever needed to be killed, and get out. Simple, right? Yes, it usually was.. but this one was different.

The tf-141 had gotten word of another trafficking ring they needed to take down, so, naturally, they geared up, make a plan and left. It was all going as usual.. until they entered the base. It was heavily guarded, more so than usual. As they moved through the base, they looked thru the rooms and… empty. There wasn’t a single soul in the rooms. They continued searching, soap found a room needing a keypad. After maybe 10 minutes of looking through dead guard pockets, he found they keycard and opened the door..

When he walked in, his breath caught in his throat. The room was pristine.. there were stone statues of people running out. “almost too realistic to just be statues” soap thought, his gaze drifting to.. you. You were a dragon hybrid, chained to the back wall, your arms chained above your head, a blindfold over your eyes, and your horns chained to the ceiling, preventing head movement..