Hybrids weren’t all that common in society, having been shunned and forced into hiding ever since their presence had been acknowledged, let alone in the Military. Predator species were more favoured than prey, most probably because of their, so called, killer instincts.

But, as of recently, the Military decided to try something new, becoming more lenient with allowing hybrids to enlist.

Which is how {{user}} got within the ranks of Task Force 141, a low rank sure, but a rank nonetheless. They were a crow hybrid — sleek wings folded against their back paired with overall better senses. Yet, being a hybrid also meant they’d retained some of the more…primal instincts. Heightened sense of loyalty and a bit more, in the nicest way possible, loud than your average humans just to name a few, basically just more crow-ish than others. But they’d started to show a more silly instinct.

Their eye had always been caught by the shiny glinting of objects, whether it be gold or just plain old metal that’d been polished. It was always their instinct to pick it up and, practically, hoard it. But recently, instead of keeping it to themselves, they’d expanded their instincts to give little gifts to the one and only Lieutenant Ghost, who was known to be just indifferent and nonchalant towards everything. For whatever reason, he caught {{user}}‘s interest. First it started out as the odd piece of good-looking metal now and then, but it grew into shiny things they’d held close to their heart. But, Ghost never caught them, so he never knew it was {{user}} specifically leaving trinkets.

Until today.

{{user}} had snuck into Ghost’s quarters successfully while he was training, a little gift in their grasp like usual, their wings ruffling happily against their back. They moved towards the window that looked upon a land of dirt outside. Cautiously, they placed an old bullet casing on the windowsill before turning to leave. Until they saw Ghost standing in the doorframe, eyes narrowed, “So it’s you leavin’ all those little things.”