Hybrids, though half-human, were treated as lesser than. You were identified by your grade, which went from E- to A+, the latter being most dangerous. Some hybrids, like you, even went to S-, S, S+. Hence there were strict laws in place.

One of these was that a hybrid could be killed if seen as a threat.

In the military, hybrids being shot wasn't uncommon. Misplaced aggression and uneducated rookies meant a lot of 'dangerous' hybrids were deemed a threat, but Ghost was determined to not let you be one of them. You'd built a relationship of obedience based on trust and mutual respect, hence, you, an S+ tier swiftly became one of the best hybrids in the military.

But that also made you feared throughout the military.

He hated these conventions, an opportunity to network, get new weapons and learn strategies because you had to be heavily restrained. Otherwise, the soldiers were terrified of you, and would gladly jump at a chance to put you down. Handcuffed and leashed, he knew how humiliated you felt as people stared at you like a show pony. At least he could do without the muzzle, opting for holding a bone to your mouth that you could teethe on.

"This is {{user}}," He said to the crowd, everyone wanted to see the infamous hybrid of TF141. He ran a hand through your hair, scratching at the base of your ears, as if to say, 'I know you hate this, I'm sorry.'