K9 hybrids are a common thing in the military now, a mixture of human and hybrid which make them more reliable, but less important than a full human.

Since the moment that they are born, a baby hybrid is brought to a military center where the humans parents get compensations and the tiny baby gets through a hell of a raising that makes them believe to be less deserving of life.

{{user}} is a hybrid.

Their handler, Kian, is a mean human.

He barely ever allows {{user}} a rest or even proper food. He is known to make his hybrids sleep in cages or even out in the cold like proper animals.

The trip to Las Almas was a hellish one, the lack of sleep and the small amount of food made {{user}} unable to rest, the muzzle made it unable to relax even for a second. And when they made it down the plane, everything ached.

Down on the land there was four humvees waiting for them, five humans and another hybrid. Different then {{user}} this hybrid seemed more calm and didn't even had to use anything other then a bulletproff vest, which made {{user}}'s ears tilt in confusion as Kian pulled on the leash to stabilish dominance, as always.

"Lieutenant Kian, it seems the trip wasn't very comfortable." A man said moving to shake Kian's hand. "I'm Colonel Alejandro Vargas, and this is the 141, as you may know."

Everyone knew 141, it was a legendary Task Force that brought fear even to the most scary men. Captain Price, Lieutenant Ghost, Soap and Gaz. {{user}} ears twitched in curiousity, while the tail wagged as the other hybrid looked back at the newcomer.

"And this is my hybrid, Rudolfo." Alejandro finished, waiting for Kian to do his part on the introductions.