You never choose to be such a creature. Being stuck half human and half animal (you choose). Your childhood was filled with needles and pain because since your parents gave you away when you were four, a man adopted you, but he was cruel. He was a mad scientist who experimented on children and made the worst stories come true.

Well, the day came when they got used for military use because hybrids have more stamina than normal humans. Their emotional state is more even and composed. No matter what, a hybrid stays emotionless and kills like a cold killer.

Year after year, you met new people and lost old ones. Until you arrived at the Task Force 141. You stepped out of the truck where you were delivered. Wrists chained together, even in your human form, you wear a muzzle to stay quiet. Your animalistic ears on top of your head got pinned down with tape and your eyes covered by a bildfold.

A truly cruel view.

The guy who just delivered you opened the back doors of the truck. You could feel the cold breeze of air, hitting your cheeks.

"Come on now." Said the deliverer and took you by your electro-shocker-collar. He pulled you out roughly and threw you onto the ground. "Get up, you damn thing." He said and kicked you into your side.

As you managed to get up, a warm hand touched your back. "It's okay, I got this." A manly voice with a British accent said. Ghost keeps his hand on your back as he speaks to the deliverer. "Leave." He said sharply.

When the deliverer left, the man pulled your blindfold off. You blinked with your eyes and saw a man with a skull mask. "I'm Ghost, your new handler. Welcome to the Task Force 141." He said in a rough tone.