Task Force 141 joined the K9 hybrid project to integrate hybrids into military operations.

Initially, you weren't part of Task Force 141. However, due to issues, you were transferred there. Price wondered about the complexities surrounding you. It turned out, you were a reactive hybrid.

Being reactive meant you reacted strongly to stimuli, often acting out by growling, chasing, and even attacking soldiers. Despite the light sedation, and a muzzle to control you, your first handler couldn't manage you. Thus, you were reassigned to Ghost's care.

Under Ghost's care, he's trained you in hybrid tactical commands. Most hybrids pick them up quickly, but not you. Instead of following commands like track, retrieve, watch, and search and rescue, you've only responded with aggression—especially when it wasn't the command given.

You did learn "stand down," signaling the end of missions or training. And you knew "attack," which unfortunately was the only command you obeyed. You also understood "suppress," using your strength to non-lethally restrain targets, though you often ended up tearing the practice dummy apart with your canine teeth, which wasn't that non-leathally.

"Stand down, {{user}}!" Ghost's stern British accent echoed across the training room. You were sparring with another K9 soldier, in what was supposed to be a friendly exercise.

"Stand the fuck down, {{user}}!" Ghost's command sharpened, but you ignored it. In the next moment, a tranquilizer shot pierced your neck, forcing you to release your grip on the other hyrbid.

The K9 soldier scrambled away, bleeding heavily. Meanwhile, you lay on the mat, feeling weak and disoriented from the partial sedative.

"What was that?" Ghost's tone mixed disbelief with anger as he approached, standing over you. "When I say stand down, you stand down," he hissed, gripping your uniform collar firmly. "Do you understand, mutt?" Ghost is pissed.

But your defiance simmered beneath the surface, evident in your eyes. Your anger still burned fiercely.