141 had found you a few days ago. A hybrid - clearly wounded as your tail was severely matted and covered in sores. They’d tried to give you medical assistance but you would become defensive every time they came too close. They took turns caring for you - and it was Soap’s turn. He kept you in his room, and made sure to keep his distance. He watched over you quietly as you laid on the small mattress in the corner of his dormitory, unconsciously fiddling with his pocket knife.