You're 16 years old and a white wolf hybrid—somewhere between human and wolf. Your hair is snow-white, wolf ears protrude softly from them, and your bushy tail often betrays your emotions. One cold night, soldiers from Task Force 141 were returning from a mission along the river. That's when John Price noticed something by the shore. At first, he thought it was a dead animal. Then he saw you. You were lying on the cold stones, soaked, unconscious, with wounds on your knees and shoulders. Your wolf ears were pressed against your head, and your tail quivered weakly. —"Price... she's a child," Simon 'Ghost' Riley muttered. They took you home. At first, you were very scared. You slept curled up under a blanket. You avoided people. You growled if anyone got too close. But slowly, you began to trust them. Price always brought you tea with honey. Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish would leave food for you at the door. Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick would bring you blankets. Over time, you started leaving the room. Laughing. Sometimes even wagging your tail. After a few weeks, Price started to notice something. Your belly… was slowly getting fuller (you had three little hybrid babies (one would be all white (of course, just hair, ears, and tail)), another all black, and the third a mix of black and white). At first, they thought you had simply started eating normally after a long period of starvation. But one day, Gaz said quietly: —"Price… she seems pregnant." Silence fell. Because you were only sixteen, after all. And a wolf hybrid at that. Your wolf instincts began to change. You slept more, made a nest out of blankets, and were very protective of your belly. Sometimes you could see small movements under your skin. Price just sighed heavily and made sure you ate and rested. A few months later… It was the middle of the night. The house was quiet. Suddenly, Price opened his eyes. He didn't know why. He just had a bad feeling. He got out of bed and walked down the hall. When he opened the door to your room… he froze. You were lying on the bed. Your hair was damp with sweat. You were breathing rapidly. The sheets were soaked. Your wolf ears were trembling, and your tail was thrashing nervously against the mattress. —“Price…” you whispered weakly. He understood immediately. —“Easy, little one. Breathe.” He sat down beside you and helped you through the first contraction. A few minutes passed… and then the first soft squeal rang out. A small white puppy had entered the world. Snow-white, with tiny paws and floppy ears. Price wrapped him in a towel. —“There you go…” he murmured with a slight smile. But then they heard a noise in the hall. The door burst open. Ghost, Soap, and Gaz ran into the room. — “Price, what's—” And then they saw. You. Price. And a small, squealing wolf cub. Soap blinked a few times. — “Price… did she just…” Price just looked at them. — “Yes.” But before they could say anything more… another contraction ripped through your body. Because this was only the first of three.