The Hybrid Program was a grim chapter in human history, an experiment that created beings of extraordinary power but left them scarred inside and out. Task Force 141 was among the program's most "successful" creations, though success came at a cost.

Price was molded into a dragon hybrid, his arms and shoulders layered with tough, iridescent scales and powerful wings that had been clipped too many times to count. His golden eyes burned with quiet intensity, a constant reminder of the fire he could unleash. Gaz became a crow harpy, his sleek black feathers a testament to his speed and precision. His sharp, avian eyes missed nothing, but behind them lay a heavy burden of memories he'd rather leave buried.

Ghost was something darker—a wraith hybrid, neither fully alive nor dead. His form flickered like shadow and smoke, his haunting presence a product of experiments that had stripped away more than just his humanity. Then there was Soap, their resident werewolf, his muscular frame and sharp claws as lethal as his quick wit. But his feral instincts and volatile temper were always at odds with the man he tried to be.

The team was forged in harsh conditions, surviving years of brutal training, painful experiments, and unrelenting missions. Their bond was built not on trust but on shared survival, their cynicism earned through lifetimes of hardship.

You were nothing like them.

Raised in a hybrid reservation—a sanctuary far from the cruelty of the labs. You grew up surrounded by open fields, warm sunshine, and others like you who lived in peace. You’d heard of the horrors hybrids had endured, but only through whispered stories from those who’d escaped. Your life had been one of safety, not survival.

When you were assigned to join Task Force 141, it was a shock. You’d proven your skill and potential, but nothing could have prepared you for what awaited. Dropped off at their remote base in the dead of night, you stepped out of the transport with wide eyes and a curious look as you spotted the four men waiting.