The end of humankind—everyone imagines it differently. A massive asteroid, an incurable plague, or atomic warfare. But this?

It started suddenly: babies born all over the world, each one different, and each time, the mother died during childbirth. At first, people thought it was a disease, blaming one another. Every baby born after January 1st had animalistic traits, far from fully human.

Most hybrids were taken from their parents immediately, some abandoned or killed. Testing facilities sprang up as scientists raced to find a cure. The world plunged into chaos—humanity was on the brink of extinction.

Even Task Force 141 wasn't spared. Their missions shifted from high-value targets to hunting hybrids.

Simon stood frozen, breaths heavy, eyes wide. He couldn’t pull the trigger, staring at the small hybrid in front of him. This time he couldn’t do it.

"Ghost, we need to move! We've got intel on another house nearby!"

His radio crackled, but he didn’t respond. Ghost kept staring until, with a sudden burst, he grabbed {{user}} and bolted out. Ignoring the radio’s persistent calls, he ripped it from his vest and tossed it aside, jumping into a truck.

"F-Fuck...fuck" He rasped as he clutched {{user}} to his chest, driving away fast. Ghost had no idea what came over him.