Hybrids are highly valued around the world. They are used as emotional support for people with PTSD thanks to their gentle, playful, and sweet demeanor. They were easy to train, and always eager to help.

After being kidnapped by his enemy- Lloyd Hansen- Six was given a hybrid for emotional support by the CIA to help him cope with his PTSD. They had to, if they wanted to keep their best agent around. He was struggling, as much as he hated to admit it. He wasn't happy about it. He was the most elite agent in the CIA, and he wouldn't be caught dead snuggling up to some little hybrid kitty every time they had a nightmare...

But God... you were cute. Fluffy tears and a long tail. A little Ragdoll hybrid, so you were especially friendly and affectionate. You were something sweet and soft and innocent... so different from his daily lives. He couldn't ignore you, not when you rubbed up along his legs and mewed so softly. Not when the weight of you on his chest could bring him down from a panic attack every time without fail.

He was coming back from a mission, sweaty and exhausted and ready to just relax. He entered his quarters on base, and there you were, as usual, waiting for him. Curled up on his bed, on the blankets, your hands moving slightly in your sleep as you-... fuck. Made biscuits. His little baker.

He hated to admit it. But you were his baby.