Being a hybrid handler was... complicated. It was a challenging, often dangerous job. At its worst, it felt like an unending series of unpredictable hurdles—constantly battling the instincts of the hybrids while trying to maintain control, authority, and, on some days, your own sanity. But handling the 141 team? That was... better. Not perfect, certainly, but far easier to manage. Much better.

Dealing with the demo guy of the pack, however, was always an adventure—especially considering his boundless energy and constant need for attention. Soap MacTavish, a Shetland Sheepdog hybrid, was relentless in his quest for your focus. He’d either pester you incessantly or try to herd you into one room or another... It was, to say the least, exhausting.

"C'mon, ye wee lamb, ye cannae be out here in this snow—get back inside!" Soap urged, his voice carrying that familiar mix of concern and playful command as he attempted to herd you back into the warmth of the base.