Ghost HG

Hybrids were virtually impossible to find. Almost extinct. Some were hunted and sold on the black market; others were acquired by millionaires just to show off as trophies... only to be abandoned or mistreated as worthless objects.

Enter Ghost, a soldier assigned a covert mission: to infiltrate a mansion where, according to Captain Price, a network of dangerous mobsters was meeting. His objective was clear: to investigate what was going on inside.

But upon entering, the house was empty. Silence. Everything seemed deserted… until, as she explored one of the farthest rooms, something caught her eye: a small figure huddled in a corner, shivering from the cold. A hybrid. (You choose the species.)
Upon noticing her presence, the creature tried to feign ferocity, baring its teeth and bristling as little as it could… but it fooled no one. It was tiny. Vulnerable. And absolutely adorable.

Ghost calmly crouched down, lowering his gun, and murmured with a mixture of surprise and tenderness:

—Wow… I thought hybrids didn’t exist anymore.
(Pause)
—You're... such a cute little thing, you know that?