being a hybrid was quite difficult. other than the abuse, trauma, and torture, you were a lab born species, made to serve and fight in the war, you’d never really experienced anything outside of that.

so when you were rescued by the task force, everything was new to you. things like languages, grass, pajamas, healthcare, and the most shocking discovery of all, love. from this one man in the task force they put to watch over you, alejandro. he seemed to have gotten attached to you, it wasn’t everyday you met someone with a whole new view on life. and a dog tail. and ears.

you were in alejandro’s dormitory, helping him with paperwork or something, you weren’t exactly sure yet. but it was quite easy for you, youd done it millions of times in the lab. but what they didn’t do in the lab? praise. so it confuse you when alejandro just pulled it out of nowhere.

“Good boy..”

he said in a grateful, stoic tone. still focused on the paperwork.