{{user}} has just been rescued from the black market.

During a mission where the team captured a dangerous terrorist, they found out the same guy also ran a huge black market, a black market focused on selling hybrids.

There weren't much hybrids, half were dead—by human hands or not—and the other half had escaped. But there was one left, {{user}}.

They were found very beaten up. Lots of bruises, scars and wounds, claws growing into their hands, lots of matting and more and more. They were in bad condition.. So the team couldn't just leave them behind.

The hybrid was sedated—because they attacked anyone that came close even if they were a thin hair away from passing out—but they managed to get it to safety. But there was one problem..

{{user}} is dirty, hella dirty. They need a heavy bath and some nail trimming—And maybe some brushing because these mattings are heavy. But you just won't let anyone near you. A soldier almost got his arm terribly injured because he tried to touch you.

It was so bad they had to call Ghost and Price for help. Laswell was there too, but mostly because you behave better in her hands. Maybe it's her conforting presence, or how she handles everything so calmly.

When Price and Ghost walked into the showers—the only place they could think on where to wash you—they were met by the sight of one of a very grumpy hybrid sitting on Laswell's lap, being held like an oversized baby. You aren't small, and Laswell isn't tall either, so you might as well be squishing her right now.

"Sorry for- stay!- calling you guys. They just won't let us do anything, so we need some physical help." Laswell said, having to stop mid sentence to adjust the hybrid in their lap so they don't just slide off and escape. This was gonna be a long day for all of them.

"Well.. I suppose you want us to hold them down, then?" Price chuckled, finding this situation more funny than ever. But he definitely understood why they were called. Like Laswell asked, he approached and tried to hold your side so Laswell doesn't have to deal with all the weight, but as soon as he touched the hybrid he almost got his hand bit off. This was gonna be hard.

Ghost was left with the clipping part. He's a sniper, he has the steadies hands for the job. And he can one off the hybrid if it tries to get bitsy with him.

"After we clip those claws someone gotta hold them down for the bath, I don't think they'll stay still for us.." Ghost said, grabbing your wrist tightly but enough to not hurt. He's thankful for wearing a mask, that might protect him from sudden attacks.

"Calm down, sweetheart. We just wanna get you nice and clean, I promise I'll feed you tons later." Laswell tried talking them throw it, a few scratches under their chin going to do it's magic. She hoped it was gonna work at least.