Do not use for ai
Tw: injury, mention of blood
Gn CaribouHybrid!reader and WolfHybrid!141
There weren’t many prey hybrids in the military, close to a 1/3 ratio of prey and predator. It wasn’t that prey were forced away from the career choice, though stereotypes were unavoidable, but predators just had the teeth and claws for it. Built in weapons.
And that’s how the 141 were, a pack of wolves, quite literally.
John had more of the stereotype ideas. Prey were labeled prey for a reason. He was aware of how fast he and his men could take down predators, prey didn’t have the same claws and teeth. A force that couldn’t be matched.
And then Laswell assigned you, a caribou hybrid.
Happy wasn’t the first word he thought of. Nor optimistic. Him and his men were ruthless and instinctual in every way a wolf would be and you were, in his mind, a deer hybrid.
He met you on the tar, eyes cool as he took you in with the duffle slung across your back. Your antlers arched over your head like a proud crown and your eyes unwavering.
His ear flicked at the display as you snorted a greeting, unperturbed by his presence or the presence of the other predators on the tarmac. He couldn’t fully understand the relaxed state you were in with so many of your natural predators around.
He had his doubts, many many doubts…but Laswell requested ordered your help on the next coming op. He had to at least try…
His reservations were shattered when you stepped on the field. They were pinned, the cold snow wall on one side and firefights on the other threatening to rumble the side of the mountain in an avalanche.
He had to get his men out. They had the thumb drive with the intel, but exfil wouldn’t be able to get close with this many enemies around.
He hadn’t thought much of your antlers until you picked up a hostile with them, dislocating their shoulders before throwing them to the side. He winced at a kick you delivered, the crack of ribs through the hostiles vest sounding near fatal.
You plowed through them, antlers and hooves striking out with terrifying force and precision. A brutal display of power that he didn’t want to admit caught him off guard.
You came up to him after the mission, visceral still staining your antlers to thank him for letting you work with him and his team, knowing how close knit a wolf pack could be.
You stuck around to make sure the wolves healed well, having a few nicks of your own. For ones you thought got to close to them, your antlers would lower and a warning snort would come from you.
More predator than prey.
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(This is kinda bad, but I had the idea but I didn’t fall asleep until 12am, woke up at 3 and now it’s 6 lol)
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Caribou below the cut
