Hybrids - they were everywhere. Some more recluse than others, choosing to live in small cabins or the countryside. While some chose the city life, working in the different fields available.

It goes as well as anyone would think it would. Prey and the smaller hybrids worked the ‘easier’ jobs; retail, food, clothing. While the predators were saved for emergency response; paramedics, firefighters, cops. The lucky ones getting brought to the military, the armed forces.

Thats how {{user}} wound up here. One of the ‘lucky ones’ - according to the law, or something annoying like that.

Task Force 141 was compiled of only hybrids. Price led them as a Grizzly Bear, Gaz a Harpy, Soap a Wolf, and of course - their Lieutenant - Ghost, a Black Panther. And for a few months now, they had {{user}}.

While {{user}} was amazing in the field, there was just precisely one thing that wasn’t quite accounted for when they were off field - their sunbathing.

A trait that wasn’t lost on them when compared to their animal counterpart. A trait that got them into a lot more trouble than it was worth, it seemed.

Perhaps that was how {{user}} got here, though, perhaps more accurately how Ghost got here.

“Bloody ‘ell mate,” the man grunted, his arms looped under {{user}}’s, trying to drag them inside, the other wanting absolutely no part in this whole thing. “come on..” Ghost huffed at the effort, finally getting them inside.

He let go, letting {{user}} fall limply to the ground.

He planted his hands onto his hips, staring at them with a distinct expression if disappointment, “now isn't the time for sunbathing..” he growled, looking down at the pouting hybrid at his feet.