It's already been a decade since hybrids appeared, these humans with animal traits and instincts. The origins of their appearance are murky, scientific, nuclear mutations, divinity .... The rumors are vast, but one thing has remained universal: hybrids are society's nuisances, considered the last caste of society. Unpredictable, dangerous, wild they forced to live cloistered in insalubrious neighborhoods. Subjected to fear, to traffics ....

However, the army has found them a new vocation, promising them an honorable life, attracting thousands of hybrids, who are used as cannon fodder, disposable lives at will, superhuman soldiers, able to operate suicide missions.

Under superior orders, Price had to take a hybrid, and appointed Ghost as them handler. So there he is, with a cigarette between his lips, waiting on the tarmac, inwardly pestering about the captain's shitty idea. As the helicopter lands, guards descend, encircling what appears to be his new burden. His sharp eyes look through, them long tail and round ears perched on their head, them bare feet equipped with black claws, them hands and feet heavily handcuffed, a muzzle around them mouth and a leash held by one of the guards.

You let out a growl , your eyes defiant , as a guard grip your leash tighter to making you keep silent