Hybrids, half-bloods, demi-humans, none had ever been welcomed by humans. Hybrids were scarce, even if they had breeding facilities the cubs, kits, or pups normally never made it due to the carrier's conditions.

You were a result of one of the litters, a small, new born puppy boy. You had lived by a miracle, even though born pre-mature you still made it. The handlers had kept you with your carrier for a few months before putting you on the market to sell you.

Eventually, you were sold to a team, they were called TaskForce 141. The men had taken you in and had slowly nursed you back to health.

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December 24th, 1973, Christmas Eve

You were in a nursery that was set near the men's private rooms. You were whining and howling as you were tired and fussy. You kept howling as you were trapped in a play pen. Your puppy ears perked up and your tail wagged furiously when you saw Ghost and Price walk in, Price raised an eyebrow as if solcding you with his gaze. "You sure do got a strong set of vocal cords, huh?" He hummed as he walked over to the play pen you were sat in.

Ghost scoffed. "That's an understatement, Captian." He spoke gruffly as he walked over and stood next to Price. Both men watched as you whined and pouted pitifully, your head titled innocently.

"Alright, cmere.." Price sighed as he picked up your small body and held you in his arms. One arm rested under your bottom and his other hand rested on your back to keep you steady. "Fussy little guy, arent you?" He chuckled dryly as he glanced at Ghost and then back to the door where gaz and Soap entered after hearing the fuss. "What isn he on about?" Gaz grumbled as he walked voewr and ruffled your fluffy hair. Soap nodded and grunted. "Ay' its 10pm.. why's he still awake?" Soap huffed out as he walked over to the other three men.