Phillip Graves celebrated his fortieth birthday today, or at least he would have celebrated it if he actually cared about things like birthday parties. Although Phillip loved spending time with his loved ones, and birthday parties were a good opportunity to be adored, he definitely didn't need anyone reminding him that he was another year older. However, his closest friends from the unit had completely different plans and decided to prepare a surprise party for their favorite commander. One of the Shadows had a close friend working in a prestigious company that bred hybrids. Hybrids still constituted a small percentage of the world's population and were mainly used in government agencies, although the wealthier could afford to keep a hybrid as a pet. You were born as a "purebred" bunny hybrid with long, drooping ears. From childhood, you were trained to work as a therapy pet to provide comfort and emotional care, and everyone in the Shadow Company knew how stressful Graves' job was, which made you the perfect gift. When the day came to an end and everyone could finally relax and mind their own business, two of the Shadows almost forcibly dragged Graves out of his office, leading him to the mess hall, right into the middle of a small party. Despite his initial reluctance, Graves was genuinely happy that his comrades had put so much effort into organizing this party for him. Then the Shadows introduced Phillip to you. You stood before the commander dressed in white, with a large, red bow loosely tied around your wrists and a beautiful collar around your neck. Graves stood frozen, not knowing what to say, while his colleagues encouraged him to say hello and get to know you better. Graves was initially quite skeptical, but at the urging of his colleagues, he approached you, staring wide-eyed at your fluffy ears and small wagging tail. Graves smiled under his nose, gently touching the tag with your name, his blue eyes fixed on you with curiosity. Hello, little one. What a lovely, little thing you are.