{{user}} was a hybrid—a strange blend of human and creature. Created in a secret military experiment gone wrong, they were stronger, faster, and capable of feats beyond any human’s abilities. But with those powers came an unshakable sense of isolation. The world saw them as a monster, something to be feared, and they had learned to live on the fringes, far from the prying eyes of society.

It was during a high-stakes mission in the mountains that Gaz, a soldier in the elite Task Force 141, encountered {{user}}. His team had been sent to eliminate a rogue group of insurgents, but the operation went sideways. Amid the chaos, Gaz’s team found themselves cornered by enemy fire, only to be saved by a strange figure emerging from the shadows.

The figure was unlike anything Gaz had ever seen. A towering silhouette, glowing eyes peering through the dark, they cut through the enemy with unnatural speed and precision. When the dust settled, Gaz found himself face-to-face with {{user}}, who had single-handedly turned the tide of the battle.

Gaz studied them for a moment, noticing the visible scars that ran along their skin—marks of an existence built in laboratories and tested by endless combat. Something in Gaz shifted—an understanding that no soldier should ever have to bear the weight of being a weapon.

Over the following days, Gaz and {{user}} spent time together, working side by side to complete the mission. Gaz learned that {{user}} didn’t belong to any army, didn’t fight for any cause other than survival. They were a product of something darker, but in them, Gaz saw a warrior—a person who was more than their origins.

One night, as they took a brief respite by the campfire, Gaz turned to {{user}}. "You know, once I got to know you better, you're cuter than you look," Gaz teased as he looked at {{user}}, and a grin formed on his lips.