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Hybrid AU! Task Force 141 x Female!Reader

Part 4: Blood and Heat

The first time you felt safe in years, it was because of him.

It happened fast—too fast.

One moment, you were in the safe house, the quiet hum of conversation in the other room lulling you into a rare moment of ease. The next, the windows **exploded inward**, a deafening roar shaking the walls as gunfire followed.

Instinct took over. You **darted low**, ears pinned back, muscles tensed to flee. But before you could move, **Ghost was there.**

“**Stay down.**” His voice was a sharp command, his body moving before you could even process it.

A man burst through the shattered doorway, weapon raised—only for Ghost’s **knife to sink deep into his throat.** A sickening gurgle, the scent of blood flooding the air, and the body collapsed to the floor.

Your heart slammed against your ribs. The scent of danger, of death, was overwhelming, **but Ghost smelled like something stronger.** Steady. Unshaken. A force of nature standing between you and the chaos outside.

More enemies. More gunfire. But Ghost never let them near you.

He **moved like a predator,** a blur of precise violence, taking down anyone who got too close. The others were fighting too—Price’s sharp commands, Gaz and Soap exchanging fire—but your focus was only on him.

Then—**a hand grabbed your wrist.**

You **snarled**, twisting, but the attacker was stronger, dragging you toward the open window. Your claws flashed out, raking across his face, but he barely flinched.

“Got you now, little hybrid,” he sneered, yanking you back.

**A gunshot.**

His grip **disappeared.**

You stumbled back as the man **dropped,** blood pooling beneath him. Ghost lowered his smoking pistol, eyes locking onto yours.

His voice was quieter this time. **“You okay?”**

Your breaths were shaky, your tail bristling, but you **nodded.**

He stepped closer, one **large, gloved hand settling on your waist, the other checking you for injuries.** You weren’t used to touch—flinching had always been instinctual. But with Ghost, your body **melted instead of recoiling.**

A dangerous shift.

The fight ended quickly after that. The enemy had **underestimated the 141.**

The safe house was compromised, but the team regrouped, the tension still thick. You should have been shaken. You should have been trying to plan your next escape.

But instead, your mind kept replaying **Ghost’s touch, his scent, the way he protected you without hesitation.**

It did something to you.

**Something dangerous.**

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### **Later That Night…**

The new safe house was quieter. The others were resting, recovering, but you couldn’t sleep.

Neither could **he.**

You found him in the dimly lit kitchen, his mask still on, leaning against the counter with his arms crossed.

He looked at you the second you stepped in, **as if he had been waiting.**

“You should be resting,” he murmured.

“So should you.”

A slow, unreadable tilt of his head. “You’re shaking.”

You swallowed. You hadn’t realized it—not from fear, but from **something else.** The adrenaline hadn’t faded. Your body still felt wired, hyperaware. Your tail flicked restlessly behind you.

Ghost noticed. He **always** noticed.

He pushed off the counter, his steps slow but deliberate as he approached. You didn’t move away. **Didn’t want to.**

“You’re not scared,” he murmured. It wasn’t a question.

Your breathing was uneven. “No.”

He reached up, gloved fingers brushing against your jaw, tilting your chin up. His touch was firm, grounding—**possessive.**

“That why your pupils are blown?” His voice dropped, rougher now.

Your ears flicked back, heat rising to your skin. “Shut up.”

A low **chuckle.** “Make me.”

And then **you kissed him.**

It was instinct. A reckless, burning **need** that finally snapped. Ghost didn’t hesitate—his hands gripped your hips, pulling you flush against him, a **growl** rumbling from his chest.

The moment was **feral.** Heat coiled between you like a live wire. His hands, strong and demanding, slipped under your shirt, fingers mapping your **too-warm skin.**

Your tail curled around his thigh. His breath **hitched.**

His mask was still on, but you could feel the heat of his lips through the fabric, the way his breathing **grew heavier.** You wanted it off.

“Ghost—”

“**Simon.**”

Your heart **stopped.**

He never gave his real name. **Never.** But here he was, whispering it against your skin, offering it like a **confession.**

Something deep inside you snapped.

You tugged the mask up, just enough—just enough to feel his mouth against yours, raw and hungry. His hands gripped your waist, lifting you effortlessly onto the counter.

“Last chance to stop me,” he muttered against your lips.

You **yanked him closer.** “Don’t you fucking dare.”

And then—

The rest of the night burned.

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Part 1: The Stray and the Soldiers. Hybrid AU! Task Force 141 x Female!Reader

The world had never been kind to hybrids. People feared what they didn’t understand, and what they feared, they often tried to control.

You had learned that the hard way.

For as long as you could remember, you had been running—drifting from one place to the next, never staying long enough to be noticed. Survival was all you had known, until the day **they** found you.

It had been a cold night when the Task Force came across you, barely conscious and curled up in the wreckage of an abandoned village.

Your ears twitched at the sound of boots crunching against gravel, your instincts screaming at you to flee. But you were weak—exhausted. When the first figure crouched down in front of you, you bared your teeth in a weak snarl.

The man was massive, dressed in tactical gear, a skull-patterned balaclava obscuring his face. He studied you with piercing blue eyes, his head tilting slightly.

“Got a stray here,” he rumbled, his voice deep and unreadable.

A second man stepped closer, this one sporting a mohawk and an easy smile. “Looks like she’s been through hell,” he murmured, his brown eyes scanning your trembling form. “You alright there, lass?”

You tried to move, but your legs wouldn’t cooperate. The world tilted, and suddenly, strong arms caught you before you could hit the ground.

A third man—darker-haired, with a sharp gaze that screamed authority—watched with an assessing look. "She’s scared," he observed. "And injured."

The fourth man, taller and built like a tank, crouched beside you, his concerned brown eyes softened by a pair of tinted goggles. “Easy now,” he said gently. “No one’s gonna hurt you.”

Lies. You had heard that before.

Your tail twitched as you let out a low growl, though it came out weaker than you wanted. But instead of recoiling, they exchanged glances—calm, patient, as if they had all the time in the world.

"Look," the mohawked one—Johnny—said, his voice light. “I get it, lass. World’s a cruel place for hybrids. But we ain’t your enemies.”

You wanted to believe him. But trust was dangerous.

Then, the man holding you—Ghost, you would later learn—shifted slightly, adjusting your weight in his arms like you were nothing. His voice, still unreadable, was softer this time.

“You can fight us,” he said simply, “or you can let us help you.”

Your body betrayed you before your mind could catch up. The exhaustion won, your eyes fluttering shut against your will. The last thing you heard before slipping into unconsciousness was a quiet, almost gentle murmur.

"She’s safe now."

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Hybrid AU! Task Force 141 x Female!Reader

Final Part: No More Running

The facility was falling apart.

The explosion had set off a chain reaction—**fire licking at the walls, metal groaning as it threatened to collapse.** But none of that mattered.

Not when you stood face to face with the man who had been hunting you for years.

**Cole Stanton.**

He looked almost amused, his sharp eyes flicking between you and **Ghost,** who was standing half a step in front of you.

“Didn’t expect you to have company, little hybrid,” Stanton mused. “And here I thought you liked being alone.”

Your claws twitched. **Ghost was tense beside you, silent but deadly, waiting.**

“I stopped running,” you said, voice even. “Figured it was time to end this.”

Stanton smirked. “Brave. Or stupid.”

Ghost’s gun was up in an instant. “**Try your luck and find out.**”

It happened fast.

**Gunfire. Movement. A blur of chaos.**

Ghost was a shadow beside you, a whirlwind of **violence and precision,** tearing through Stanton’s men while you focused on the real threat.

**Stanton was fast.** Strong. He moved with a predator’s grace, blocking your strikes, countering your attacks.

But you were faster. **Angrier.**

A sharp **slash—your claws catching his side.** A snarl of pain. **A misstep.**

That’s all it took.

You surged forward—**one final strike, a blade through his chest.**

Stanton’s breath hitched, shock flashing in his eyes.

“You—”

You twisted the knife. “**You lost.**”

And with that, you let him fall.

The fight was over.

Ghost was at your side instantly, gripping your arm, scanning you for injuries. His hands were rough but **gentle, grounding.**

“It’s done,” you whispered, half-disbelieving.

He exhaled. “Yeah.”

But the facility wasn’t done collapsing.

“We need to move,” **Price’s voice** crackled through the comms. “Now.”

Ghost didn’t let go of you as you ran.

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### **Outside – Aftermath**

The night air was cool against your heated skin. The facility burned behind you, but you barely noticed.

**Ghost hadn’t let go of you.**

Not since the fight. Not since you won.

The others were regrouping, checking injuries, securing the area, but **you and Ghost stood apart.**

Finally, he spoke.

“No more running.”

You swallowed, staring at the ground. “I don’t know how to stop.”

Ghost’s fingers curled under your chin, tilting your face up. His mask was still on, but his eyes—**those piercing blue eyes—**were filled with something raw.

“Then let me show you.”

Your breath caught.

And then **he kissed you.**

This time, it wasn’t desperate. It wasn’t rushed, fueled by adrenaline and fear.

It was **real.**

A promise.

No more running.

Not from him.

Not from this.

Not anymore.

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## **Hybrid AU! Task Force 141 x Female!Reader**

### **Part 2: A Safe House, Not a Home**

The scent of antiseptic stung your nose before you even opened your eyes. Your ears twitched at the distant hum of machinery, the soft murmur of voices somewhere nearby.

You weren’t in the village anymore.

Your body tensed instinctively, tail curling around your leg as you cracked your eyes open. The room was small but clean, the dim lighting easing the pounding in your skull. You were lying on a cot, wrapped in a blanket that smelled of something unfamiliar—gunpowder, metal, and the faintest trace of warmth.

You tried to sit up, but a sharp pain shot through your ribs, forcing you to suck in a breath.

"Easy there, lass," came a voice from the corner. Your ears twitched toward the sound before your gaze followed. The mohawked soldier—Johnny—sat sprawled in a chair, arms crossed, watching you with an easy smile. "Didn’t think you’d wake up so soon."

You blinked, your muscles coiled tight as you shifted slightly. The door was closed. No visible weapons near you. But he wasn’t alone.

A heavy presence loomed by the door. Ghost.

His skull mask was in place, arms folded across his chest as he observed you in silence.

Your throat felt dry as you spoke, voice raspy. "Where am I?"

Johnny leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "141 safe house. You were in bad shape when we found you."

You swallowed, your ears flattening. "Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why bring me here?"

Ghost finally spoke, his voice unreadable. "You needed help."

Help. A foreign concept. No one helped hybrids without expecting something in return.

Your tail twitched, still on edge. "And what do you want from me?"

Johnny exhaled, shaking his head. "Not this again. Look, we’re not here to sell you off or experiment on you. We just—" He hesitated, then gestured vaguely. "We couldn't leave you there."

It sounded too good to be true.

Your instincts screamed at you to run. But your body was too weak, your options too limited. For now, you were stuck.

Before you could push further, a knock at the door interrupted the tension.

Price stepped inside, his expression firm yet not unkind. "She up?"

"Aye, Cap," Johnny confirmed. "Tense as hell, but up."

Price studied you for a long moment before nodding. "Good. We need to talk."

That never meant anything good.

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Somewhere Else

The man flicked through the grainy security footage, his fingers tapping against the metal table. The hybrid was gone. Taken by soldiers.

Task Force 141.

A slow smirk pulled at his lips.

"Found you."

Hybrid AU! Task Force 141 x Female!Reader Part 5: Fractured Lines

The morning after **burned** in a different way.

You woke up before Ghost. **Simon.**

His body was still pressed against yours, warm and solid, his breath slow and steady. The **mask was gone**, discarded somewhere in the dark hours before dawn. For the first time, you could see him—really **see** him.

**Scarred. Strong. Beautiful.**

You barely had time to process it before your instincts screamed at you.

**What the hell did you just do?**

Your tail twitched as you carefully untangled yourself, slipping from the bed as quietly as possible. Every inch of you still **felt him—his hands, his mouth, the weight of him over you.**

It had been reckless. **Too much. Too close.**

You weren’t supposed to let people in. **You weren’t supposed to let him in.**

Your ears twitched at the shift of sheets. A deep exhale. You **froze.**

“Where are you going?”

His voice was rough, still heavy with sleep, but there was something else underneath. Something **dangerous.**

You didn’t turn around. “I… need air.”

Silence.

Then, the bed creaked as he **stood.** You swallowed hard as his warmth approached from behind, stopping just close enough that you felt the heat of him without touching.

“You regret it.”

Your heart **stammered.** You clenched your jaw. “I don’t know what I feel.”

Ghost—**Simon**—was quiet for a long moment. When he finally spoke, his voice was unreadable. “Liar.”

You turned then, looking up at him. **Maskless. Bare.**

Your chest tightened. **This was dangerous.**

But before either of you could speak, a sharp knock at the door shattered the moment.

“Get dressed,” **Price’s voice** came through the wood, low and serious. “We have a problem.”

The moment **was over.**

And the hunt had begun.

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### **Elsewhere…**

A man in a dark suit scrolled through the surveillance feed, pausing on an image of you.

Alive. Protected.

He smirked, fingers tapping against the desk.

“She’s not going to be easy to take.”

Another figure stepped forward, their voice laced with amusement. “Good. I like a challenge.”

Part 3: Uneasy Trust Hybrid AU! Task Force 141 x Female!Reader

The first few days at the **141 safe house** were tense.

You barely spoke, barely moved unless necessary. Your body was still healing, but your mind remained in fight-or-flight mode. Years of being hunted had taught you that trust was a luxury you couldn't afford.

The others gave you space—**except Ghost.**

He was always near. Never intrusive, never speaking much, but watching. You should have been unnerved by it. Instead, it made your instincts settle, just a little.

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On the third day, you sat on the edge of the cot, ears flicking toward the sound of boots approaching. You didn’t need to look to know who it was.

Ghost.

He stopped at the doorway, arms crossed over his broad chest. “You should eat.”

You scowled, curling your tail around yourself. “I’m fine.”

A huff. “You’re not.”

Annoyance flared in your chest. “I don’t take orders from you.”

His head tilted slightly, like he was studying you. "Didn’t ask you to."

You bared your teeth at him—an instinctive warning. But he didn’t react, didn’t flinch like most people did when you showed a hint of aggression. Instead, he took a step forward and placed something on the nearby table.

A plate. Food.

Not just military rations. Freshly cooked meat, still warm, along with bread and some kind of broth. Your stomach betrayed you with a low growl.

Ghost said nothing. Just turned and left.

You stared at the food for a long time before giving in.

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That became a pattern.

Ghost never pushed, never forced conversation. But he left food, blankets, small comforts that you hadn't expected.

And slowly, your walls started to crack.

One night, after another quiet meal, you spoke without thinking. “Why do you wear that mask?”

Ghost stilled, his hand pausing on his cup of tea. You almost regretted asking, but then—

“Why do you keep your tail tucked in?”

You blinked, ears twitching. “What?”

He didn’t look at you, just leaned back in his chair. “You’re always hiding it. Like you’re afraid to take up space.”

Your tail twitched on instinct, curling tighter against your leg. You hadn’t even realized you did that.

Ghost finally glanced at you, his blue eyes sharp but unreadable. "We all got reasons for hiding parts of ourselves."

You didn’t know what to say to that.

But for the first time, silence between you wasn’t so heavy.

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### **Meanwhile…**

A shadowy figure scrolled through surveillance footage, pausing on an image of you with **Ghost** standing nearby.

"Looks like you've made some new friends," the man mused, a smirk pulling at his lips. "Let’s see how long that lasts."