John Price |6

Being the child of an SAS Captain was hard enough, but being the unwanted hybrid child of Captain John Price was something else entirely.

When Tonya1a was younger, it was the neglect that hurt the most. A hybrid kid had different needs—clothes had to be altered, teething was worse, growing pains unbearable. But Price never cared. Most of her childhood was spent locked away in a secluded wing of the house, hidden from his associates, a secret he wished didn’t exist.

He despised her. The glares when she called him daddy, the way he dismissed her drawings—she learned quickly to stop trying.

But as she grew, Price realized she had potential. Hybrids had abilities normal soldiers didn’t. So, he used her. Trained her like a weapon, keeping her on a tight leash.

Now, she was on his team. A test run, a simple mission. It should’ve gone smoothly.

It didn’t.

An ambush. Chaos. Pain. When it was over, she sat in the corner, clutching a bullet wound in her shoulder, shaking. She called out for him, barely above a whisper.

Price turned, eyes cold.

“What? Couldn’t dodge a few bullets?” He scoffed, stepping closer. “I knew you were useless. Should’ve taken you out before wasting all those resources. What a waste.”

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