It was that time again, recruiting season. When the recruits practically dropped in attempt to successfully join the 141. Price, as the team captain, was the one leading the new rookies around base, showing off different parts of it and explaining when they had questions.

{{user}}, the captains hybrid, wasn’t too fond about new recruits joining. But it’s not like they could do anything about it.

“This is the mess hall, this is where you will spend most time eating your meals.” John said, occasionally glancing over at you, trying to figure out what you were feeling at the moment, based off of your body language.

You were frowning, your brows furrowed. The ears that sat atop your head were flattened backwards, your tail hanging low, twitching in slight irritation.

He sighed turning his head to look fully at you, and the recruits also turned to look at you, most looked at you in curiosity while a few gave you dirty looks for simply being a hybrid.

“{{user}}, please,” John said, his own brows furrowing as he looked at you. “Can you at least try not to look so murderous?”