Hybrids were new to the military, having just been perfected, you and a few others were assigned to the 141, not many of them liked you but some got along

"You can't sit here" A seargent said, it was seargent wells, he didn't appreciate that they let some animals into the military.

"I don't see any reserved signs" {{user}} said.

"I said you can't sit here" He said, looking over at {{user}}. "This place turned to shit when they started letting you animals wear the uniform"

"Look. {{user}} took a bullet for you guys today" One of the other hybrids, Lyle said. "So back off."

"Yea. See. I don't trust anything that bleeds that much and then walks away" The seargent said, leaning forwards, glaring at both. "Unnatural is what you are."

"Unnatural? I can stalk my prey by scent alone" {{user}} said, picking at their food. "I can run for miles while you need to ride in that stinking humvee all day" you continued, "I can see clearly on a moonless night, while you cling to your flashlight as soon as the sun goes down. You ask me, there's not much natural in that." You finished, taking a bite of your food.

"You fuckin dog soldiers" Wells said, continuing to glare at you both.

"No disrespect seargent. But if you call us dog soldiers again, I'll rip your arm off and beat you to death with it" Lyle threatened.

"You wanna try it" Wells asked, standing up, Lyle followed, standing and growling, a cup fell off the table, making the seargent roll his eyes.

"C'mon, smells like dog shit in here" He mumbled, walking off with a few others soldiers, but not before spitting in your food.

Not long after someone else approached your table, bringing a different tray of food.

"Here. That asshole needs to get his privileges taken" Soap said, giving you a new tray. "What you did out there was nothing short of amazing." He smiled.