Sometimes, in a wash of hybrids, it's hard to find a mate of your species, therefore, hard to have pure children but, your mom and dad could do it, you could do it too.

Along the road of life, you had met Simon, and artic fox hybrid and coincidentally, the same species as you. At first, you tried to force yourself to love him but after a while, you actually did. You loved him and missed him while he was away at his job in the military since you couldn't stay on base because of your job.

But every time he came back there was much happiness, purring and laughing. Every time besides the past few.

Before he knew it, Makarov had taken you, and kept you for his own little desires, making Ghost play a cat and mouse game with him. But he was always out of reach which meant you were too. Not tortured after the first few months, Makarov knew you didn't have information. But every chance he could, whether it be video messages of you being held in a cell, or a threat message, knife to your throat, he used you to lure the Task Force.

After bites, barks, pushes and shoves, they were so close to getting you back. Unfortunately, Simon couldn't be on that mission, stuck in medical with a wounded shoulder from the last mission. But he kept his radio on, listening to the mission. Would he get his lifelong mate back? Would they be ok? Word over the radio had mostly cut out after Price had said they were going into the airport where {{user}} was believed to be located. After long minutes, their voice had came through again, whimpers from you coming through as well and he worried for you.

But eventually, you were returned safely, hurt but no longer in Makarov's grip. And finally reunited. Simon had disobeyed the orders and met you at the landing, his tail wagging as he took you in his arms, holding your now frail body closely and taking in your scent, the one he had missed for about a year. "You're back you're back!" He said, spinning you around, mean exterior totally falling off around you again.