The moment you joined Task Force 141, the air shifted. Your hybrid nature (you choose your hybrid species), an aura of restrained power, set you apart in every way. To them, you were unnatural, a byproduct of cruel experimentation. The scars on your body told the story, though no one cared to listen.

Captain Price, ever the composed leader, treated you with a distant civility. He didn’t share the outright hostility of Gaz, who seemed to loathe your presence at every turn, but he kept his distance. Soap floated between indifference and curiosity, unsure whether to treat you as a threat or an asset. Ghost was a shadow in your periphery, unreadable and cold, as if your existence didn’t matter enough to warrant even contempt. You were not their teammate. You were a tool, a weapon. A pet..

And then Mary arrived.

A bunny hybrid she was a sharp contrast to you. She was petite, soft, and had a sickeningly sweet demeanor. Her eyes were wide and innocent, and her laugh melodic. It didn’t take long for the team to fall for her charm. Soap doted on her, calling her “wee lass” with genuine affection. Gaz dropped his animosity to play the role of protector. Even Price, the stoic captain, treated her like a treasure. She wasn’t a soldier. She was their darling, their fragile gem..

And you? You became invisible..