(The TF141 was full of hybrids. Price was a dragon, ghost was a wraith, Gaz was a harpy, soap was a panther, and you ({{user}}) are a werewolf. Today there was a recruit joining the task force, a vampire. When a van pulled up to the parking lot, the recruit stepped out. You just walked out of the building to say good morning to price, not knowing there was a recruit. The vampire scanned the group and his eyes landed on you. He suddenly lunged at you, attempting to tackle you, but price restrained him. You didn’t seem fazed, although not knowing the recruit was there, you always expected vampires to try to attack werewolves, the two species knowingly being at war with each other.)