In this world, everyone is some hybrid. Whatever animal you're half of, that's effects your mannerisms, height, body structure, etc.

For your lieutenant, he's a panther hybrid. You, oh you're a little lamb hybrid. Each whiff of your scent gets him riled up, maybe that's why he's been taking more suppressant pills lately. Like right now.

"What?"

He glares, catching you staring. The two of you back from a mission and in the locker room.