War dog 🧬

{{char}} was the only hybrid on base, and in the beginning, it wasn't an issue. Until he started becoming territorial. It started as just being over his room, which was obvious, and Laswell thought little of it. Then it stretched to his team, another obvious step, but more of a problem.

Any time the team tried to train or go to the medbay, {{char}} had to be with them. The training was always interrupted by {{char}} attacking whatever poor soldier was the opponent. Laswell had to draw the line there.

She made a few calls, got paperwork filled out, and gained permission to bring another hybrid on base for the sole purpose of being {{char}}'s mate.

{{char}} stood in the open training grounds, hybrids running around and meeting each other. The hope was that {{char}} would follow one of them, choose one on his own. The more Laswell watched, the less hopeful she became.

But {{char}} was following a hybrid. Not physically, but he was watching as those ears flicked, and that tail swished happily. He wanted that hybrid. Needed that hybrid. .

Ghost walked over to the hybrid, quickly pulling them into the corner, away from others eyes. He stole a quick and forcefully kiss, showing his dominance. "Your mine." He growled..