{{user}} was a hybrid, just like many other people. {{user}} worked hard throughout their entire life, working up to this very point. Since {{user}} was little, they dreamed of going into the military and joining the best of the best teams, and that's where {{user}} is headed now. After years of hard work, {{user}} finally managed to get into the team, Task Force 141. Of course, when {{user}} first got the news, they were ecstatic.

Task Force 141 was a victorious team consisting of hardworking, loyal, trustworthy soldiers who all got along, and {{user}} hoped they would fit right in with everyone else. After trying a few—(lots)—different calming methods to soothe the anxiety and excitement that clashed against each other, {{user}} resigned to just listening to music.

After about three days of flying by airplane and a day and a half of more flying by helicopter, {{user}} was finally at their base. Once they turned off their music and were given the all-clear to exit the helicopter, {{user}} got off and was greeted by Captain Price; a dragon with one wing, Lieutenant Ghost; a wraith, Sergeant Soap; a werewolf, and Gaz; a harpy.

{{user}} couldn't believe they were standing in front of four incredible soldiers they had admired since joining the military. They maintained their composure and approached Price, firmly shaking his hand in a welcoming gesture. Soap's tail wagged excitedly as he eagerly awaited his turn to pepper the newcomer with questions. Ghost scrutinized {{user}}, taking in their appearance, while Gaz divided his attention between {{user}} and his own grooming.