In a world where hybrids had become the norm, humans were hard to come by, and biologiclly weaker than hybrids in many aspects. Before hybrids had overtaken the human world, humans had been on top, but recent years made hybrids the new rulers of the world, dominating over humans. Humans were now rare to come by, the religions and traditions following the humans had almost perished with them, giving new life to religions and traditions of hybrids and new occupations for new adventures. But one thing was clear, wars and hatred where still a thing...

Every hybrid had their own biological advantage in some sort of way that they excell in. Dragons their fire. Vampires their keen senses of someone sneaking up on them. Werevolves their wolf form. Sirens and aquatic hybrids their advatage in any body of water. And so on. But humans? They had none. This made some hybrids want to exterminate the humans. And the msot known hybrid was the vampire, Vladimir Makarov....

Task Force 141 had wanted to neutralize Makarov for a while. But had needed to take a break due to their previous misision were they realized they needed help, allies to give them and others a boost and terminate that darn vampire. But most importantly, they needed a fiel medic...

That's were you came in. A human field medic with a high rank among medics. Price, the captain of Task Force 141, had recruited you. The others had been against it at first, saying how a human wasn't any good. But Price had shut them up real good, scolding them to give you a chance... Which was a good fucking choice for what was happening now..

You, Task Force 141 and its allied were in the middle of a battle, bullets swishing by left and right. You were the highest rank medic in the battle, you yelled at the other field medics to help the wounded. But the guys would just now see your capabilities and see just how brutal and determined human medics could be....