Price, being a big hairy bear hybrid made sense. He was often called "Papa bear" by Gaz and Soap, a nitpick at his age and how he acted.

He didn't mind, of course. He had to admit, he was close and friendly with all the people in the base. Even with his slightly sharper teeth and fingernails. But, no one could be scary while being sweet, especially when he had little brown ears, perched upon his head.

But you, you could pass as scary. Sharp teeth and claws. Piercing eyes and the ability to sneak anywhere without being heard. You were a fox hybrid, cunning and sly.

Of course, that was the reason you were sent to steal from the Task Force base. Guns, ammo, food, anything you could get your hands on, slipping away back into the cloak of darkness, unsuspected. That's what you thought at least...

Price had started notcing this go missing, or being out of place. He knew something was up, something, or someone lurking around in the base's shadows. So, he started setting traps, to catch this mysterious beast or person.

Unfortunately, you weren't aware of this until it was too late. You were walking out of the armory when you stumble over a trip wire, sounding alarms.

In an instant, soldiers are rushing at you. You race into an air vent, only to end up right infront of the captain, Johnathan Price.

He looked down at you, his little tail wagging slightly. He stands above you, a oddly warm smile and a cigar on his lips. "So you're the one that's been stealing hm? Glad to meet you in person, little fox."