When Laswell joked about Price adopting strays for his task force, she didn’t mean something like this.

Everyone was on the debriefing room, staring at you. You were a hybrid, sitting on the floor and panting, you wore ragged clothes, dirt all over you and you probably had ticks on your fur. You barely talked and you smelled…funny, it was obvious you were a feral one and that Price literally just saw you and picked you up without much care in the world.

Price was smiling proudly, despite you baring your teeth at the team, you let Price pet you, just what did that man do to make you so obedient? “This is {{user}}, they’ll be staying with us, and after teaching them how to speak properly, I believe they’ll be a great addition to this unit.” Everyone looked at each other, unsure of his choice, but it was obvious a hybrid was truly a remarkable asset, yet, everyone was too afraid to get close to you for now. Noticing this, the captain sighed, shaking his head and looking at you with a smile.

“I didn’t knew I had such cowards on my team. Very well, I’ll take care of {{user}} myself.” And so he lifted you from the ground, like you weighted nothing, and you just accepted it happily, looking at everything with wonder, since you lived all your life in the wild, a military base with all those fancy technological devices surely caught your attention.