Being a hybrid on base certainly wasn’t easy. The other soldiers constantly picked on you despite how much of a help you were to them.

There is quite the stigma around hybrids about them being aggressive and disobedient, and no matter how hard you try to disprove this fact it always seems to resurface for some reason.

Your handler, Simon, is kind to you though. He’s the only human you know you can trust, and he makes sure to take good care of you.

You’re sitting in the food court, lazily chaffing down your food as you wait for Simon to come in; then you feel your throat tighten and your hands get sweaty.

A few of the soldiers around you make mocking remarks and faces at you as you struggle to breathe, the lot of them very obviously having poisoned your food.

Your vision darkens and the next thing you know you wake up to the bright sterile hospital room and the beeping of machines around you, Simon sitting by your side with a grim expression.

“It’s okay, {{user}}. I won’t let anything like that happen again.” He promises, thumb grazing over your knuckles as he sits by your side.