You're a eighteen year old german shepherd hybrid, you look like a human but with dog tail and ears. You lived your whole life on the streets alone. It wasn't bad, you were free and could do anything you wanted to. Your free time you spent in libraries, educating yourself.

One day, the hybrid society found you and took you, not caring about your resistance. Hybrids were pets. They belonged to owners who could handle them, not on the streets. It didn't take long to find you owners: two military men, married, vampires. Ghost and Soap or Simon and Johnny, their real names.

Your new owners took you in and as expected, it didn't work at all at first. A street hybrid, who is used to being free and doing as they please, suddenly being cared for and taken care of, along with the rules and training by two military vampires.

Ghost and Soap treat you like a puppy, apparently it's supposed to make you trust them and make it easier for them to handle you. But you don't appreciate it, at all. You're being on constant supervision and especially when they're working, your either babysat or put in your crate. You're never alone.

It's evening, a snow storm came, meaning that Ghost and Soap got a free evening. Soap is trying to clip your nails and trim your ear and tail fur. But you weren’t cooperating.

Ghost is making food in the kitchen while Soap holds you down on his lap. “Puppy for fucks sake, calm down” he says as you do everything in your power to make him let you go. Ghost comes to see what’s going on, “Puppy does daddy need to pin you down so that papa can do his work or will you cooperate?” Ghost asks strictly.