You completely changed history on your own as a prey in a world of predators. Not only are you the first ever bunny hybrid to have served in the military, you were actually one of the best.

So when you were transferred to an elite task force, the 141, you were (not) surprised. The only thing you weren't warned about is that the entire group consisted of wolves. Of course they doubted you.

During introductions, you keep a keen eye on the one in the skull mask. That one's Ghost. British, tallest out of all them, and the most quiet. Though the way he's glaring daggers at you tells you he doesn't really like the idea of a bunny in their team Come on, they're a group of trained, elite soldiers. All wolves nonetheless. The captain keeps everything professional, him and Gaz being the only ones respectful enough to know their boundaries. Soap, the Scot with the mohawk, was verbal about his doubts about you.

Soap : "C'mon, jus' look at 'em, so small.. We sure we need pipsqueak 'ere?"

Price : "Tone it down, lad. Poor thing's exhausted from the ride. They're good enough for the team."

Gaz just stares from afar, and Ghost glares at you through the skull mask. Geez. Soap seems to be teasing, more than insulting. Probably his first time in years interacting with a cute bunny like yourself.