Support animal
Hybrid!reader x Task Force 141
tags:
GN!reader
ONESHOT (nothing more after this lol)
Nonspecified Hybrid reader (I tried my best to not mention the species but know I had a dog in mind when writing this. I will be mentioning tail wags and whatnot; but multiple species with tails wag them, so it's fine, I hope)
Nonspecified nationality of reader. I want everyone to enjoy this.
2nd person POV ("You say..", "You smile..")
Price centered
cw:
angst question mark, there's more humour than anything..
Maybe mischaracterization of the Task Force?
I'm sorry but use of Y/N. I couldn't work around it.. I'M SORRYYYY
The lioness does not concern herself with the amount of words she wrote (>1k)
A/N: I saw how my Puppy!Hybrid!Reader post was getting attention again so I wanna write more hybrid stuff. Just that this reader is ~25 (an adult either way) so that they can have a job (idk man).
Oh and @sheepispink also kinda inspired me with her neglected Beta reader. Make sure to read her post!! ^^ (no a/b/o mentioned in my fic but yk)
Huge thanks to @floating--goblin for being my Beta reader ^^ (follow him on his art acc @floating-goblin-art )
NO AI USED IN WRITING THIS. ANY EM DASHES ARE WRITTEN BY A HUMAN!! RAHHHH
A hybrid. That's what everyone saw you as. Nothing more, but at least.. nothing less.
"Wake up." You're shaken awake by one of the caretakers at the facility. "Pack your bags. Someone chose you," he says before leaving your room.
'Your room'. It looked more like a prison cell rather than an actual room but you don't really have the priviledge to complain.. or energy.
You rub your face and slowly sit up, packing your bags as fast as you can. You got chosen and they didn't even see or talk to you? Something wasn't right.
When you meet the person adopting you, you find out it's people. They're wearing gear and you quickly realize they're soldiers. What would they even need from you?
The man in the boonie hat smiles at you. "My name is John Price." he holds out a hand and you hesitantly shake it.
H u m a n s.
None of them a hybrid. No scent to overwhelm you. At least there's that.
"Y/N," you nod.
The others introduce themselves as well: The man with the mohawk and Scottish lilt was named Soap— what kind of name is Soap? The man wearing a cap and with the sweetest voice ever was named Gaz and the tallest fucker you've ever seen, wearing a skull mask, was named Ghost. You quickly realized they weren't saying their real names, and that Ghost was definitely an edgy kid who used to be obsessed with DevianArt.
You looked at the men, trying to figure out their intentions but trying to avoid Soap's eyes. Yes, his eyes were similar to the beautiful color of a robin's egg but they were.. scary. You shuddered and tightened your grip on your bag.
You sucked your teeth in and nodded. "Lead the way," you motion for Price to walk, knowing the paperwork was already done.
John nodded and lead you to the black Jeep with tinted windows in the back of the parking lot. On the way to the car, though, he explained that they are a SAS task force and informed you of each of their ranks. You listened carefully, asking some questions here and there and Price gladly answering. You finally arrive at the car and Price opens the door for you.
"Step in," he smiles. He looks like a quokka.
You climb in the back seat and of all the people possible, the ex edgy kid who didn't quite grow out of it, behemoth of a man, Ghost sat next to you, squeezing you between the door and his body. You huff, ears twitching in annoyance and Ghost simply crinkled the corners of his eyes, crossing his arms. Johnny sat next to him so yay, even more getting squished. At least you're not between them. Gaz smiles at you from the passenger seat.
You stay silent on the way to the base. You have nothing to say and, really, if you wanted to, you'd wait for a better time to say it rather than when you're crammed in a car.
You finally arrive on base and are hit by a smell of gasoline. Your hybrid nose can't take it. You scowl and the men just chuckle.
"You'll get used to it. Let me show you your room," Price nods and Soap wraps an arm around your shoulders as he walks with you. You avoid eye contact.
The door to your room opens and... nothing. It's just a room with a bed, some hybrid stuff and a desk. Nothing else. You'll have to make it more you later.
"Thank you, sir," you finally speak and Soap snorts.
"The pet speaks more than one word!" he chuckles before Gaz slaps him upside the head which wins him an ouch. Pet?
"Ignore him," Ghost shakes his head.
You clear your throat. "So uhh.. you know everything about me?" you finally get the courage to ask. The men look at the captain and he nods.
"Read you file, yes. Why?" he does that little shuffle of feet he did a few times already and crosses his arms.
"Can I know your real names?"
The men stiffen, a bit taken aback but...
"Kyle Garrick." Gaz nods. "Johnny MacTavish." Soap smiles. "...Simon Riley." Ghost grunts.
You're gonna seriously murder that Spirit Halloween mascot sooner or later.
"You already know my name, Luv." Price nods.
A few days passed and... you still don't know why you're here. You don't get put on missions since you're not military trained and you're made to be near the task force at all times. The few other hyrids stare at you like you're an enemy and the Alphas always make sure to make their scent more accentuated when you're near.. eugh.
The only thing you do, you realize, is be like an anchor to the men. When Simon gets nightmares, you're there to snap him out of it. When Johnny's hands get too shaky, you're there to hold his hands and calm him down. When Kyle gets too in his thoughts, you're there to bring him back to reality and when Price gets too snappy.. you're the only one who calms him down. All ruffling your hair or patting your head afterwards. Even Simon. Hell, sometimes they gently rub your scent glands.
It's like.. they see you as a service dog. No... that's not it, right? You're only doing it from the goodness of your heart but...
You stare at the objects in your room. A chew toy that you embarrassingly use, a bed that's circle shaped. It's not something wow but.. you quickly realize why it's circle shaped.
They don't see you as.. you. They just see your animal side. Is that why they chose you? Because you're a hybrid?
You barge into Price's office, making Price stiffen and raise an eyebrow. "Everything alright?" he leans back in his chair, leather creaking with his weight.
"Why am I here?" you demand and he narrows his eyes.
"What do you mean?"
"Why am I here, Price. What is my purpose. Because all I've been seen as is a pet to come to when under the weather," you hiss, scent turning something akin to cabbage that sat out too long in the sun. Lucky Price, he has a blocked nose.
"Are you not a pet?" he raises an eyebrow and you stiffen.
"What," you say through gritted teeth and he sighs, slowly sitting up.
"Are you not part animal, Y/N?" he rephrases.
"I'm also half human."
"Still half animal."
Your ears pin against your head.
"So.. what. Am I less than you?" you huff.
"I never said that," he crosses his arms.
"So I'm a service dog?"
"We prefer the term support animal."
"Support- This is dehumanizing!" you growl.
"Is it?"
"Are you kidding me."
"I'm as serious as I can be, Y/N."
"You're not taking me seriously."
"I am," he sighs, pinching his nose bridge. "You're a whetstone, in a way. Or maybe, an anchor."
"What.." your furrow your eyebrows and scowl.
He sucks in his teeth. "Do not think you are lesser, that just because your role isn't being on the frontlines you have a lesser job. A blade is good for cutting, but a whetstone is what makes the blade sharp. Without the stone, the blade becomes dull and useless. You are the whetstone, an anchor, keeping us sharp."
You stare at him.
"I am an anchor." you echo. "Yes." he confirms.
"Why me? You didn't even speak to me before signing the paperwork." you cross your arms.
"Didn't need to. The facility reccomended you the moment we said what we're looking for in a hybrid," he smiled. Quokka.....
"Quokka," you blurt out.
He blinks.
"What?"
"What?" You shake your head. "Ignore that, just.." you inhale deeply and exhale "Okay," you breathe, nodding, your fingers drumming on your thighs. "Have I at least been doing a good job?" you huff.
Price laughs. Short, but warm. He ruffles your hair. "Yeah. You're a good kid."
The end 👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍
