Hybrids aged much faster — that was what Task Force 141 learned when they started the Hybrid Rescue Program, H.R.P. They started it just to help hybrids, get them back in their feet, and help them either back into the wild or into a foster home. But since you’re a very rare hybrid and a possible valuable asset to the team, so they decided to keep you with them, willing to even help with the babies.

And you were one of their most difficult ones.

Mostly because you had arrived with three babies, triplets, which is very rare since normally hybrids have lower fertility chances. They weren’t sure where your mate was or if he was even alive, and the babies were your exact copy so it was even harder to guess if any of the hybrids they rescued might be your mate. But you had been very aggressive towards them and protective towards the cubs.

They wanted to get the babies for a check up, make sure they’re healthy and okay. But they couldn’t even get near you without nearly losing a finger,

And it was a problem.

They tried everything. Treats, toys, distract you, everything, but they couldn’t take you away from the babies.

Right now, you’re in the room they assigned for you, laying on a mattress on the floor with your just two weeks old hybrid cubs right next to you and asleep, laying very close to you on the mattress.

“How are we going to get these wee things from them?” Soap asked, a frown on his face while he looks at you.

“No, idea. But we need to figure something out, and quick. We don’t know if the babies are in danger or not” Price replied, arms crossed while he stared at you, trying to think of a solution to their problem.

“There must be a way..” Gaz muttered, also trying to come up with a plan.

Ghost was in silence, just observing with his usual stoic expression behind his balaclava. Deep in thought but not really focused on making a plan, focusing more on analyzing you.