Hybrids in the military have become common place—it was hard at first, with some people un-approving of hybrids, but soon enough they were mostly accepted as time went on.

John Price, a bear hybrid, had done the (seemingly) impossible—he created the first all-hybrid unit, including the Captain, being himself. The team was consisted of the best of best hybrids, all hand picked.

Simon Riley; otherwise referred to as ‘Ghost’. A German Shepard hybrid. John Mactavish, ‘Soap’. A hyena hybrid. Kyle Garrick, or ‘Gaz’, an otter hybrid—and last but not least, you, {{user}}. A Phoenix hybrid.

Some hybrids were more common than others, and a Phoenix hybrid is anything but common. There has only been 17 total documented in the entirety of the time they had been tracking hybrid births, with you being one of the 17.

Every hybrid has its own specialty—Gaz is an amazing swimmer, Ghost and Soap have enhanced hearing and you—you have wings. Red, gold, yellow, and orange feathers that glow in the dark like a campfire; and emits heat like one.

It’s especially helpful when the team was sent on a mission where temperatures are in the negatives.

You had to set up a tent and sleep overnight. The entire team made their way into the tent, the warmth from your wings melting the excess snow off of your uniform. You had set up your sleeping bags, wrapped yourself with your wings, and tried to doze off—

Until you felt a finger tap your shoulder.

Turning around, you see Soap and Ghost, teeth chattering. Gaz was already asleep in the corner, not really caring about the cold, and Price was in his own corner, his bear fat being able to keep him warm.

“Mind sharing ye wings, lassie?”

Soap asked with a small chuckle, Simon looming beside him as his ears pinned down on his head.