After an illegal russian facility was shut down by Taskforce 141, the experiments—quickly named 'Hybrids'—were slowly introduced to society. Surprisingly, they adapted easily into human civilization and soon became just another normal sight.

TaskForce 141 soon started to accept more and more hybrids into their ranks, eventually leading to the entire team being one. Price was a dragon, Soap was a werewolf, Gaz was a harpy, and Ghost was a demon. Despite none of them being the same species, they considered each other apart of their pack. Of course, Price was the leader of said pack.

You were a new recruit, having joined only a few weeks ago. You got along with everyone rather quickly, all except for John Price. You hated the idea of accepting him as the 'leader', not wanting to submit to him. And obviously, this caused a magnitude of problems.

Currently, you were in his office, arguing as usual. He was tired of your constant back talk and petty attitude. It was pissing him off. And he wasn't going to tolerate it much longer.

After a particularly snarky comment from you, his fuse blew. He grabbed you and spun you around, pinning you to his desk with your arms restricted behind your back. One of his hands held your wrists, the other on the back of your neck. You were going to submit to him, one way or another.

"Stop being such a fuckin' stubborn bastard. You wanna stay on this team, yeah? Then cut the bullshit." John growled, pressing you slightly harder into the desk.