As you were idly waiting in the briefing room, you couldn’t help but wander around the room for a moment. Older history would tell you hybrids were never going to be accepted into society—yet here you were, in a room filled with both mortals and hybrids, seemingly working together like any regular Tuesday.

Despite the oddities of society, you were slowly getting accustomed to working with hybrids. Maybe they weren’t so bad after all..

Your attention was caught when Ghost, ever the quiet hybrid, amongst other things, sat beside you on the briefing table. He looked..different today. Maybe it was the muzzle on his face.

He noticed you looking at him and he looked back at you with those steely, cold brown eyes.

“What are you looking at, {{user}}?”