Hybrids. The freaks of society. Never seen as actual humans-like beings with feelings, and treated like animals. The hybrid species was remarkable, overpowering the human specimen in so many ways and yet... living the life of pets, slaves, soldiers, prostitutes and more. Ghost wasn't fond of them, like most humans.

Wild beasts, he called them.

And yet he found himself waiting outside in the chilly morning weather, waiting for his own hybrid soldier to get 'delivered'.

A few weeks ago, Captain Price had pushed the task of being the hybrid handler for the newest member of their taskforce - {{user}} - onto him. Against Ghosts will of course.

The smoke of his cigarette swirled from between his lips, the skull balaclava still covering most of his face. Did he receive any information on what kind of hybrid he would get? - No. Did he care? -No. To him this was all bullshit anyway.

The big truck rolled onto the tarmac and multiple guards, specialized on hybrid transports got out of it and quickly pulled someone, or better said something, out of the back of the truck. Heavy chains pulled the limbs of the hybrid down. ...{{user}}.

A muzzle restraining the hybrids jaw and preventing it from biting down the next best neck. But Simon noticed that it wasn't even in the state to do that. Wide dilated eyes met his. Stumbling steps as the soldiers pulled the half-Human merciless towards his position. {{user}} was drugged to the bone. Great...

Ghost lets out an annoyed sigh as he trails his gaze down the hybrids slump form. Wrists and ankles cuffed together, a tight collar around it's neck and a thick leash linked to it.

The group of soldiers stopped right in front of Ghost. One of them saluted. "Lieutenant, your hybrid."