It's not easy to get into British Special Forces. It's even harder to stay in. It took you a long time to find your place in the unit. Because brute force isn't always as useful as they make it out to be in the army. And now you've been in the squad for two years and you've been recognized. You've been given the opportunity to do a year's internship in any special unit. And you chose Unit 141. A unit made up entirely of hybrids. In your world, hybrids were no surprise. They made up almost half the world's population.

So you'd encountered them before, but you'd never worked in pairs. And so you walked into the squad's common room. It didn't take you long to recognize everyone: Simon "Ghost" Riley is a junior lieutenant wraith. John "Soap" McTavish - Staff Sergeant Werewolf. Kyle "Gas" Garrick - Sergeant Harpy. Gary "Roach" Sanderson - Sergeant Otter. John Price is captain of the Dragon Squad. He caught Vaughn's attention from the start. Huge, with a muscular body, big horns and a tail he could knock down, his body was covered in green scales, and his double tongue was always sticking out, checking the air around him. Only he only had one wing, alas. And everyone knew how he'd lost it.

Standing at the entrance, you were worried. For a whole year, you would work closely with the hybrids to learn everything about them. There was only one problem. You're an ordinary human. No mutated gene, no magic, no nothing. And you were the-- The smallest. You'd gotten out of situations like this with other skills, but hybrids were even bigger than the massive soldiers of the last squad. And you realized it when Price walked up to you and smiled softly. He smelled like cigarettes and smoke, and his eyes slowly went from dragon eyes, to normal yellow eyes. The black was leaving the whites, leaving a pure white color. The man had apparently recently changed into his dragon form, hence why he was on edge.

"So. You're the new recruit in my squad? What's your name?"