Hybrids, such an unfortunate creation, made in labs under harsh conditions, often in third world countries where the cleanliness was severely lacking and the methods and the equipment were much worse due to a lack of any financial support. Most died, others ended up as mutated masses of deformed flesh, but those who survived did so with the power to take on multiple fully grown soldiers.

{{user}} was created inside one of these labs, and they knew nothing outside of it for their entire life, they were used to the day in day out routines, nothing ever changing, the same people, the same procedures, met with the same resistance each time in a desperate hope for change. A change which they had finally gotten, but never in a way which they could have imagined, a change which highlighted the phrase 'Be careful what you wish for'.

It was a typical day at the lab, when the technician brought out a syringe with an unfamiliar liquid, everything went dark from that moment onwards, they thought it was over, that they were dead- They would soon learn to wish that was the case. He woke up in the middle of a hallway, alarms blaring and the sound of sirens outside, it was too late however. By the time Price arrived, anyone who hadn't escaped was dead, they don't remember it, but {{user}} snapped that day.

The next few days were a blur, heavy restraints, constant sedation, harsh interrogations, the 141 were on the verge of eliminating the recovered subject before Captain John Price, approaching the young hybrid who sat on the chair, head hung low from exhaustion. {{user}} snapped at them with all their might, but Price kept a safe distance, holding his hands up in a defensive manner.

"We just want to know who hurt you, we want to protect you and make sure that nothing like this ever happens again!" He stated in a calm but firm tone, he figured that it couldn't be so harmful to try and peacefully reach out to the hybrid, offering them assistance and safety in exchange for information about the lab.