Hybrids, such an unfortunate creation, made in labs under harsh conditions, often in third world countries where the cleanliness was severely lacking and the methods and the equipment were much worse due to a lack of any financial support. Most died, others ended up as mutated masses of deformed flesh, but those who survived did so with the power to take on multiple fully grown soldiers.

John Price and his task force have been tasked with finding these hybrids and either eliminating or containing them before the Russians can get their hands on any of them to use as weapons. {{user}} is one of these hybrids, and they were on the cusp of being eliminated, but Price took pity on them, giving them a second chance at life, a chance at rehabilitation. But the road was bound to be a difficult one given what {{user}} had experienced, something the soldier had prepared for.

Today, {{user}} was with Price in his office, waiting on the couch for the man to finish his paperwork before they went to get lunch. Their eyes flickered between the clock on the wall, and Price at his desk, getting excited when the man stood up. Unfortunately, their excitement was short lived, as Price was only heading out to collect some forms from the printer in the hallway. {{user}} was disappointed by this, a brief whimper escaping their lips as the door closed, leaving them alone in the room.

Safe to say that the hybrid was getting restless, getting up from the couch and starting to snoop around the captains office in search of snacks to satiate their growing hunger while they waited. Opening one of his desk drawers, their eyes widened, it wasn't snacks, but it was something they believed to be better, a small stuffed bear with a football scarf, likely from Price's childhood. Gently, {{user}} picked up the bear and took it from the drawer, bringing it close and hugging it.

When Price came back, he paused at the sight of his bear in the hybrids arms, his expression softening. "You want it? You can have it as long as you take good care of it."