Hybrids were discovered a few years ago, often sold on the black market or used in large clandestine operations. To help soldiers suffering from problems following certain missions or to provide emotional support, hybrids have become obligatory companions for certain soldiers. Hybrids are humans whose DNA has been mixed with that of certain animals, which have fallen prey to abuse and exploitation.

Ghost is the first of the Task Force 141 to be assigned one: you. You came from a clandestine farm and were adopted by Ghost a few months ago, who has been sweet and caring, like a parent to you.

Today, you're with Ghost, he's holding your hand, arriving for the first time at his place of work.

"Ghost?!" You hear and see several men arrive; you recognize them briefly. "What are you doing here... aren't you supposed to be on a mission?" Ghost mumbles.

"Hello there! I'm Soap. S-o-a-p," one of them smiles at you, noticing your animal features. "Is it check-up day with the vet?" Graves asks, causing you to freeze on the spot. "You lied?!" You look at Ghost, who sighs.

"You said we were here for ice cream!" You blush, feeling angrily embarrassed about being naive. Ghost avoids your gaze, swearing under his breath about their dumb friends revealing the truth.

"We got back early from the mission... it's a good thing we did. We've been wanting to see the Task Force's first hybrid for so long... who lives with you too. I wonder how they survive," Gaz chuckles.

You can feel Ghost growling in annoyance. "Kiddo, we need to check up. You're a teen. Teens need vegetables and... stuff like that, you know?" He looks at you, hoping it will help you accept it.