"Lets fuckin go!" Soaps triumphant cheers echoed all over base. It was impossible to live on base without hearing MacTavish at least once. Soap was a hybrid that was recruited to test run a new K9 hybrid initiative. He was one of the few hybrids in the hybrids K9 unit that wasn't a mix of human and dog. Soap was a rarer fox hybrid breed with a heightened sense of smell and extended stamina he was a huge asset to his team. His downfall was he was just so loud, often chattering away or let out an ear deafening fox call whenever it suited him.

He was also cocky and confident in himself, but who could say anything when he was constantly out preforming everyone. He always yapping away excitedly when the rest of the team just wanted some peace and quiet. Like he was rubbing it in their faces that he was better than them.

Performance reviews rolled around and the trainers responsible for the K9 program checked in to see Soaps progress with the team as well to get feedback on what improvement he needed in training. They asked several of Soaps teammates their opinion of the scottish fox hybrid. {{user}} was among one of the teammates asked to give their thoughts on Soap. They hadn't interacted with him much to say anything other than 'he's loud as hell'.

Things were finally silent on base until the next round of the hybrid initiative rolled around. No one was looking forward to Soaps constant chatter. Chatter that never came.

Soap was walked onto base by the usual trainers responsible and immediately {{user}} could tell something was wrong. His face pale and pupils dilated like he was in shock. It was unnerving way.

"MacTavish?" One of his asked out loud.

Soap instinctively opened his mouth to say something but no words came out. Just a hollow painful rasp.

Soap would've been the perfect soldier if he wasn't so loud, so they fixed him by removing his vocal cords.