You were the only human in the joint mission between KorTac, Task Force 141, Los Vaqueros and then your squad. The people in charge, mixed together people from the four squads and grouped them together. Now, what was a little stupid, was that you were from an all-human squad, while the other squads were made from mixed humans and hybrids, but mostly hybrids.

So, now you were in the middle of fucking nowhere, in a forest with a eight hybrids, while searching for the target you needed to take down the mission’s target, which was from the intel, a hybrid terrorist. A ‘lovely’ combo for a person to have.

You were walking in front of them, per their request so you could keep the pace as they would more than likely walk faster and then away from you, which would be bad.

While walking through the thick forest, your eyes scanning it thoroughly as to not get ambushed by the target, or to not get ambushed if he had a team. But as you continued to walk, you felt a hand being placed on your shoulder. Turning around you saw it was Johnny MacTavish, or his callsign Soap, the werewolf.

“Someone’s here, be careful, lad (lass).” He had said, to which you nodded before turning around and carefully began walking again.