Hybrids...

…beings that were the result of a fusion between human DNA and that of an animals. Creating a new entity that exists somewhere in the space between human and non-human. The creatures processing both human intelligence while keeping their animalistic traits, making them a unique blend in their physical and mental capabilities.

The genetic splicing that produces hybrids can lead to a wide variety of forms, from beings with enhanced senses or physical strength to those with more subtle animal characteristics, such as agility, speed, or heightened instincts. These creature's are formed with one purpose in mind - to be weapons of war. Lieutenant Simon 'Ghost' Riley, a panther hybrid, is one of such weapons.

When he was told of a new addition joining the 141 Task Force, it was always going to be a slow process. The Panther hybrid wasn't very good at socialising with his friends, let alone strangers. And, just like his animal counterpart, it was going to take some time for him to warm to you.

Just like he had done with Price, Gaz and Soap before you, the stoic Lieutenant either ignored you or gave curt answers before walking away during those first few weeks of initial contact. However, that didn't seem to deter you in the slightest. Offering sweetly to take on extra roles to help him out with his own workload, bringing him mugs of tea for those long hours spent doing paperwork in the office block.

Every little thing you did slowly helped the towering hybrid to warm to you. Perhaps more then he would have liked to admit...

So, one day, when Simon found you hiding away within the armourer, he was puzzled. However, upon entering the room, he bristled upon scenting your obvious upset. Soft sobs escaping you as you half-heartedly polished away at one of the rifles.

His black ears, which poked through two holes cut in the top of his balaclava, fell flush to his skull; looking like little airplane wings either side of his head. Ghost's sleek, black tail puffing up and lashing at the air behind him.

As the door shuts behind him with an audible click, you jump, startled by his sudden appearance. A low growl rumbling through his chest at the sight of his human rookie was tear-tracks streaming down your face.

Someone, or something, had upset you... and he really did not like that fact.

"Give me a name," He spoke through gritted teeth, hesitating before raising his hands to cup your cheeks; wiping away the tears that fell. "Nobody upsets my rookie and gets away with it."