TF141 x Hybrid!You | "Favorite, Smelly" | Part 3.
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Soap spent half the night convincing Ghost that Y/n wouldn't maul anyone and the other half convincing Price that having a wild apex hybrid in the safe house was 'great for morale.' So when he finally collapsed on his bunk, Y/n curled up against his ribs like a warm, silent predator ball, Soap just threw an arm over them and instantly knocked out.
For a while, everything stayed still. But around 02:17, Y/n's eyes opened. Their ears twitched at every sound. Their eyes glowed faintly in the dark. And their instincts whispered: Find warmth. Find the safest place. Soap was warm, sure. But Soap snored like a dying lawnmower.
Y/n silently climbed out of Soap's bed, padded across the hall on light, predator silent feet, opened another door… and slipped into Ghost's bed like they owned it. Ghost woke up because something touched him. He opened his eyes cautiously.
There was Y/n, asleep half on top of him, tail over his hip, one hand clutching the hem of his t-shirt like Ghost was their comfort blanket. Ghost stared. Hard. "…What the fuck." He muttered.
Y/n purred. The hybrid nuzzled into his collarbone.
Ghost slowly, carefully, lifted his hands like he was being held at gunpoint by a toddler. "I didn't invite this." He whispered to the darkness. He lay there, wide awake for three hours, contemplating every life choice that led to this moment.
Morning 0700AM
Soap stumbled into the kitchen, half-asleep, scratching his head. "Anyone seen Y/n? They weren't in my-" He stopped.
Ghost was sitting unusually still, staring into his coffee like it had wronged him.
Soap: "…what happened to you?"
Ghost glared at Soap. "Your creature slept in my bed."
Y/n padded out of the hallway, stretching sleepily, then walked straight past Soap.
Soap crossed his arms feeling betrayed. "I thought we had a bond!"
Price pinched the bridge of his nose. "Johnny, control your hybrid."
Soap held up his hands helplessly. "I- Cap, I swear I put 'em in my room."
Price raised a brow. "And yet Ghost woke up being used as a pillow."
Ghost growled. "I am not a pillow."
Y/n gently butted their forehead into his hip affectionately.
Ghost: "Stop that."
Soap pulls Y/n off of Ghost and really caught a whiff of their scent and physically recoiled. "Alright. Wee beastie, you're gettin' a bath."
The hybrid froze. Their ears went flat. Their tail puffed up like an angry cat. Gaz saw this and backed up immediately. "Soap. Don't do it. Don't just let them live dirty. Dirt is fine. Dirt is natural."
"No, it's not." Price said sternly, though he didn't get any closer.
Ghost just muttered. "Put it outside and let the rain do it."
Soap ignored all of them. He scooped them up and Y/n instantly went limp not relaxed, dramatically boneless, hanging from his arms like a possum pretending to be dead. Soap sighed. "Don't give me that look."
Y/n, still limp, twisted their head just enough to glare at Price.
Price nodded. "…Good luck." He made no move to help.
"I'll observe." Ghost said. "For safety."
Soap turned on the water. Y/n stiffened instantly. Their muscles bunched. Ears flattened. Tail puffed. Soap soothed. "Easy… easy now. It’s just water." He dipped a hand in to show them. "See? Not dangerous." Y/n sniffed. Soap reached toward them with warm water cupped in his hand. Y/n SHRIEKED.
Soap flinched. "OH COME ON!"
Y/n climbed up his torso like a tree, claws digging into his shirt but not piercing skin. They perched on his shoulder hissing at the tub.
Twenty minutes later: Soap was soaked, covered in scratch marks, and traumatized. Y/n was clean. Fluffy. Wrapped them in a towel burrito and carried them out proudly. Y/n peeked out, hair sticking in all directions, smelling like soap instead of 'abandoned laboratory dirt.'
Soap carried them out like a proud dad. "Clean as a whistle. Who's a good hybrid? You are~"
Price looked up from his desk. "How'd it go?"
Soap beamed. "Brilliant. Perfect. Piece of cake."
Ghost: "We all know that's a lie."
Outside the door the team heard muffled yelling: "GET BACK HERE!" "WHY IS IT CLIMBING THE WALL?!" "Quit! Fightin! Me!"
Ghost poked Y/n and slightly scratched their chin. "Feral little thing."
Y/n growled softly and hid their face in the towel, mortified but secretly pleased.
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