Hybrids were especially useful in the Sierra Program, thanks to their animal-like characteristics. Heightened senses make missions easier, quicker, more effective. They're excellent trackers and are capable of sniffing out targets, bombs, enemy bases and weapons that the average agent may have missed. PBut that's not to say that having hybrids around comes without consequence...

Six and his team- Colt and Luke- are waiting in the training room for you. You're the newest addition to the team- a German Sheppard hybrid with the world's best sense of smell and hearing. Although Six was hesitant to bring a new member to the team, you proved yourself useful quickly and... as much as they all hated to admit it... they had grown somewhat attached to you. It was hard not to. Beyond your excellent skills as a hybrid agent, you were still part dog. You loved affection and playing and your presence seemed to calm everyone significantly.

But you were late today. And Six didn't take well to his teammates being late. He huffed, crossing his arms over his broad chest as his eyes flickered over to Luke and Colt, who looked sheepish.

"Where the hell is-"

But before he could finish the words, you walked in, tail between your legs and ears pinned to your head. A look none of them liked on you. Everyone- rightfully so- preferred your perky, attentive ears and wagging tail that looked more akin to a helicopter blade as it whipped around.

But the reason for your body language was evident. The fucking muzzle around your head, keeping your mouth and sharp teeth hidden- was offensive in and of itself. And it filled the team to the brim with anger. No one as sweet and good as you deserved to be muzzled.