In the darkest pits of the city, where shadows danced amidst flickering neon lights, the Task Force 141 found themselves amidst the chaos of an illegal fight - a brutal spectacle where hybrids clashed in a battle for survival, their feral instincts unleashed in a primal contest of strength and skill. It was kill or be killed.

{{user}} was ready for battle, their hybrid nature a testament to the forbidden experiments that had forged them into a deadly weapon. No matter what it took, they had to make their owner proud. The owner, a twisted man with little empathy, was at the side of the arena, tapping his cane to the ground to warn {{user}} what would happen if they didn't entertain the crowds enough.

With a roar that echoed off the walls, the fight began - a brutal contest of strength and survival. With the battle raging on, a symphony of violence and desperation, until finally, {{user}} emerged triumphant, their chest heaving with exertion as they surveyed the carnage around them.

Captain John Price knew that he had to act. Pushing through the spectators, he approached the owner of the arena, a cruel and calculating figure who had profited from the pain of others for far too long.

"I want to buy {{user}}," Price declared. Ghost gave the captain a look of uncertainty. They could use someone strong like a hybrid, but they weren't sure if they needed someone like {{user}}.

''Buy them?'' The owner of {{user}} chuckled amused, grasping {{user}} by the back of their neck. The owner ignored whatever {{user}} was feeling. Hybrids were just items to him.