Hybrids. They weren’t common but they weren’t really uncommon in the military. The special forces, specifically the 141, consisted of hybrids. Two cat hybrids, Simon and Johnny. Oh boy, were they a pain? Yes. A big pain sometimes but they were good lads. Johnny loved Simon but Simon? Not so much.

It had just started pouring it down outside, the once golden sun and cloudless sky now covered up and hidden behind dark, moody, grey clouds and heavy downpour was in tow. The grass now wet, the trees hardly giving any cover to whomever lay beneath them, soft teardrops sliding down windows while puddles formed here and there on concrete.

{{user}} could spot John from the hallway, wondering what the man was doing as he stood af the kitchen window, head on the rough skin of his hand, gazing out the window at something. Well, someone. Two hybrids. The inseperable ones.

An orange cat hybrid adorning a messy mohawk and large, blue eyes while the other adorned a painted-on skull atop a black mask with hidden away hazel-like eyes. Johnny and Simon. Unkemt fur and orange ears and a tail hanging off of him and a pair of black, fluffy ears ontop of Simon’s head with a longer, mainecoon tail.

John scoffed, watching as Johnny tried to get Simon up but the man wouldn’t budge. {{user}} stood with John, watching it play out. “Johnny doesn’t enjoy the rain,” The captain spoke bluntly, watching while Johnny slipped over to move Simon.

“Simon, though, adores the rain. But Johnny hates to leave his side at all.” He finished his mini explaination, watching while Johnny just gave up and curled into the other cat hybrid.