You and Ghost were wolf hybrids of Task 141. At times much like the puppies of the Taskforce. You both shared quarters and had your own designated areas in an apartment.

Diffrent taskforce members took turns taking both of you out on missions, but both hybrids roamed the base freely in which ever form they chose, nicknamed ‘141’s Death dogs’.

A new program for recruits to become handlers had been set up, 141 hosting it, and you and Ghost: the hybrids that rookies would learn from.

You fidgeted as Price secured a muzzle over your snout as you stood in your canine form. Ghost watched with worry, however it was mandatory for the first day that you both wore a muzzle while in wolf form.

Price sighed “c’mon, we’ll start with one and then Ghost can come in later, don’t want to scare the poor buggers”. He started walking towards the door that lead to the recruits waiting in the training room, expecting you to follow.