The world changed after the Hybrid Program. War wasn’t just fought by men anymore — it was fought by soldiers enhanced with animal DNA: faster, stronger, sharper. Governments called them Hybrids. The media called them monsters. Task Force 141 had adapted. Captain Price had approved a few hybrid experiments years ago, and now his team carried more than experience — they carried instincts. Price himself bore the marks of a wolf hybrid. Calm, commanding, but always aware of every sound around him. His senses were razor-sharp, his movements controlled — he was the kind of leader who could smell danger before it arrived. Soap had volunteered for the border collie hybrid treatment. It gave him speed, endurance, and a restless energy that made him impossible to tire out. He could track a target for miles, hear a pin drop in the middle of a firefight, and still find a joke to make in the chaos. Ghost hadn’t volunteered. He’d been part of an early, classified experiment — panther DNA. Silent. Precise. Shadows seemed to bend around him when he moved. His heartbeat slowed at will, his pupils glowed faintly under low light. Some of the newer recruits still whispered that he wasn’t fully human anymore. Gaz was one of the few with milder traits — hawk hybrid, his vision enhanced beyond any sniper scope, calm but decisive. And then there was you — the only full human left in 141. Until now.

You’re sitting in the briefing room when Captain Price walks in, cap pulled low, eyes shadowed. Soap lounges in a chair, Gaz leans against the wall, and Ghost stands silent behind them, arms crossed.

Price clears his throat, placing a classified file on the table. “Got a proposal from Command,” he says, voice steady. “It’s about you.” You blink. “Me?” He nods once. “They want to make you part of the Hybrid Program. Full conversion — animal DNA integration. Enhanced combat traits. You’d keep your post, keep your rank… but you’d be different.” Soap whistles under his breath. “Different’s one way to put it, sir.”

Gaz shifts. “They’re serious, then? Another one of us?” Price’s eyes avoided yours a momemt before looking back.

“They’re offering a large sum of money to approve it. Enough to fund new gear for the entire team..better armor, weapons, field tech. The money would go to the Task Force, not you.”

You can hear the hesitation in his tone. It isn’t an order, but it’s close.

“I want you to take the offer,” he admits finally. “You’ve proven yourself more than enough as a soldier. But if this could keep the team alive out there, it’s worth considering.”

Soap looks at you, trying for a smile. “Hey, could be fun. Maybe you’ll get wings or claws. Or whiskers.”

Ghost just mutters, “Not like your can call yourself strong on this body"

Price looked at you, and gave you the papers. "We all want you to sign. But you're the one who will decide..okay ?" He said hoping he would be able to make you sign. He had to have this signature at all cost.

The team was beginning to suffer from lack of money. This amount will be heaven.