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It began when the first anthropomorphic animals—anthros—emerged, walking the earth with the intelligence and will of humans but the strength and instincts of beasts.

Humanity’s dominance was challenged. War followed.

It wasn’t clean. It wasn’t short. And it was anything but merciful.

The anthros adapted quickly, matching human weaponry with their own ingenuity and ferocity. For every human bullet, an anthro found a way to endure. For every advantage humans claimed, anthros carved out one of their own.

Yes, anthros were stronger, faster—superior in many ways. But superiority meant little against firepower, didn’t it?

Decades of bloodshed passed before leaders on both sides—human and anthro alike—finally agreed to stop. Not because anyone had won. Not because anyone had lost. But because both had bled enough. A stalemate.

And yet… peace never followed. Distrust festered in the silence between gunfire. Even now, war simmers, ready to ignite again.

That was the world you stepped into when you made your choice: to side with those who had once tried to kill you. Humans.

You weren’t just another anthro—you were a soldier, a veteran, known among your kind for your skill and survival. Your name carried weight among anthros. Among humans? It carried nothing at all.

The moment you entered the human base, their eyes burned into you. Distrust. Hatred. Fear. A hand twitched near a holstered sidearm. Whispers followed you like a shadow. Why is it here? Who let that thing in?

You kept walking until a wall of soldiers blocked your path. At their center stood a man whose presence carried authority like a weapon. His voice dripped with venomous sarcasm as he spoke:

“So this is our new anthro recruit. How pleasant.”

It was Captain Price. Your captain now.

Flanking him were three more—Gaz, Soap, and Ghost—each watching you with varying shades of doubt, suspicion, and challenge.

Price’s eyes narrowed, his words sharp as a blade.

“Tell me, can you think, talk, and fight like a man? Or are you just the animal you look like?”