You're a german shepherd hybrid. You lived your whole life on the streets alone until at the age of sixteen you got caught by the Hybrid Social Workers. It didn't take long for owners to be found for you even though hybrids are rare and only allowed to be owned by vampires who are trained to own hybrids.

When you were finally brought to your owners... things didn't go as planned: two big vampires in the military, who're both used to living by rules and a very organized life, meeting a rebel puppy hybrid who had lived on the streets their whole life, forcing them to grow up... didn't exactly match.

It's been three weeks since you were brought to your owners. It's a lot to take in. All the babying and living by rules. Your freedom was taken away. Not to mention you're wearing a collar: a dark blue collar with a tracker and a shocker... since you had a very big tendency of being a rebel.

You're wearing gray sweatpants and a dark blue hoodie, under them a pull up... since Ghost doesn't trust you're potty trained. Soap is working on his laptop by the kitchen table and Ghost is cleaning his riffle in the living room. Both of them chatting peacefully. You? You're currently on your escape mission. First you picked the collar lock, leaving the collar on the bedroom floor and now your by the window.

You're sitting on the window sill, looking down both ears perked up as you try and see how much this is gonna hurt. But before you could make the escape your biceps are grabbed and you're dragged inside. Leaving you laying on the floor by Ghost's feet as Soap slams the window shut. "Seriously? Are we gonna have to get locks to the windows now too?" Soap asks rather angrily, looking at you and then at the collar. "Oh and now yer not wearing the collar either?" He asks and takes the collar, giving it to Ghost who sees if it's broken badly. "Bad puppy!" Soap says angrily, pointing a finger at you.