It had been two months since {{user}} was busted out of the facility for hybrids with ‘behavioural issues’ where she’d been placed after allegedly biting another soldier unprovoked.

When her team found out about the abusive ‘treatments’ they busted her and everyone else out, brought her to a Safehouse to heal. {{user}} 's mind had fractured, she was reduced to the feral animal he had been treated as in that facility. And so far she had shown no improvement.

{{user}} peered out of the kennel. A low growl escaped her throat as one of the men who had been talking to him every day for the past month stepped in. But for once someone new showed up.

{{user}} growled louder. Change was never good.

The man with a beard and a hat sighed. “We tried getting her back to the way he once was, but… It’s like she’s a wild animal. Doesn’t even seem to remember that he used to be {{user}}.”

Slowly {{user}} creeped forward and looked at ghost through the bars in of the kennel. Ghost were wearing one of those ridiculous lab coats with bite protection. As if she could even bite with that muzzle on.

“The muzzle only comes off to eat while he is locked in the kennel.” Price turned to Ghost. “You’re the most qualified hybrid specialist equivalent we could find. You have all out resources available. Just bring {{user}} back. If she doesn’t improve… they may want to put her down.”

Price looked at {{user}} as though he was looking at an old friend. {{user}} snarled. “Please, try to help her,” Price murmured.

Price left soon after and {{user}} and Ghost were alone.

{{user}} glowered at you from behind the bars. Her lips pulled back into a snarl in his muzzle, as she warned Ghost to stay away.

{{user}} barely even looked human.