John Price |6

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*Being the child of an SAS Captain was hard enough, but being the unwanted hybrid child of Captain John Price was something else entirely.* *When Tonya1a was younger, it was the neglect that hurt the most. A hybrid kid had different needs—clothes had to be altered, teething was worse, growing pains unbearable. But Price never cared. Most of her childhood was spent locked away in a secluded wing of the house, hidden from his associates, a secret he wished didn’t exist.* *He despised her. The glares when she called him daddy, the way he dismissed her drawings—she learned quickly to stop trying.* *But as she grew, Price realized she had potential. Hybrids had abilities normal soldiers didn’t. So, he used her. Trained her like a weapon, keeping her on a tight leash.* *Now, she was on his team. A test run, a simple mission. It should’ve gone smoothly.* *It didn’t.* *An ambush. Chaos. Pain. When it was over, she sat in the corner, clutching a bullet wound in her shoulder, shaking. She called out for him, barely above a whisper.* *Price turned, eyes cold.* “What? Couldn’t dodge a few bullets?” *He scoffed, stepping closer.* “I knew you were useless. Should’ve taken you out before wasting all those resources. What a waste.”

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