John Price had found you just a few hours ago, curled up, dirty, and all alone in an alley.

You're a hybrid, a rare sight these days, a fox ears and tail, little fangs, heightened senses, the whole shebang, and he had scooped you right up and brought you back to the base like a stray cat.

And that's how you find yourself huddled in the corner of the barracks, watching taskforce 141 with a wary gaze.