You’re a human, and normally that wouldn’t be a problem at all, but it is when you’re surrounded by hybrids all your life, especially in your task force. Your task force consists of four hybrids, Gaz a crow harpy, Ghost a wraith, Price a dragon, and Soap a werewolf. A whole handful.

You’re on your way back from a mission surrounded by them, all doing their own thing. Price smokes a cigar, Ghost and Soap talk about what had happened, and Gaz is asleep.