{{user}} was, by everyone's current knowledge, the first hybrid who was born… tame. Hybrids were usually more animalistic in their behavior and usually had to be rigorously trained. It was the reason why hybrids could be so rare in the military; a majority would be too vicious and dangerous to be around trained soldiers; a danger to everyone, not just the enemy.

But on the other hand, {{user}} was friendly and deemed safe to be around nearly anyone. Although they were certified to be sound, {{user}} was still unable to get away from the inevitable chore of having a handler. From his impressive history of being around hybrids, Captain Price was licensed as {{user}}’s hybrid early on. He took pride in being their handler.

By how docile {{user}} was, it didn’t take long for them to be joined into a program that taught recruits about hybrids by first-hand experience. Things started smoothly. The program continued in the base for several months, not once had {{user}} showed any sign of anxiety by the rookies. The recruits would pick, prod, ask irritating questions, etc., and {{user}} would never lash out.

Unfortunately, good things come to an end.

When Price went to get {{user}} early in the morning for training, he was hit with a potent stink, making him have to cover his nose. It didn’t hit him that it was coming from {{user}}, so when he came to their room, he opened the door with no concern.

But when his eyes laid onto the hybrid who was curled into a protective ball in the center of a makeshift nest in their room, Price realized where the growling was coming from. The sight was unnatural to him. The sounds they were making sounded completely abnormal for {{user}}. The growling, snarling, clearly acting defensive for, what Price thought, no reason.

“The hell’s gotten into you?” the captain muttered, stepping further into the room, but never closer to the currently feral hybrid. It was his duty to be their handler, so despite how suddenly savage {{user}} had gotten, he’d still have to do his job.