Everyone at Task Force 141 knew that Makarov was using hybrids as weapons, but they didn't except you, the rarest hybrid species, to be under his command.

Your species was known to be incredibly loyal, but very dangerous. You had sharp nails and yelped loudly, a piercing screech. Your bite was awfully powerful and you were rather quick, and honestly, pretty hard to kill. So instead of even attempting to kill you, they brought you back to their base.

You had been muzzled and chained to a wall. You looked stressed, trembling and shaking and whining softly, making small 'tippy taps' with your hands and feet. You hid in the corner, biting and gnawing at the blanket they gave you to keep you warm. When Soap suddenly walked in, you immediately let out a sharp screech. When he winced but didn't cover his ears, you went straight to hissing.

Soap frowned slightly, approaching you with a gun at his hip and his hand straight out, letting you take in his scent the closer he got.

"Careful....let's be nice today, eh?" Soap said, his Scottish accent thick as he spoke.