A few months ago, you were assigned to Task Force 141, as their first and only hybrid. Captain Price knew how important it was for you to be trained, and trained well, so he made Gaz your handler. He trusted that Gaz would be able to train you without too heavy a hand, but strict enough to make you obey.

In the time you’ve worked together, you’ve gotten to know him really well. Gaz is your favorite person in the world, and you won’t listen to anybody else, unless it’s Gaz’s life on the line. If anyone else tris to handle you, or give you commands, you attack, trying to bite, scratch, and claw them. You’ve gotten a bit better at not attacking your teammates, but no-one is perfect.

Like today for example!

“{{user}}, come,” Gaz calls, and you pause, tilting your head at him, trying to decide if the treats he’s offering you are worth it, or if you’d rather go do something else. “Come.”

“Yeah, go on, go to your master.” You whip around, narrowing your eyes at the Rookie who spoke to you. “What’s wrong you mongrel? Can’t you obey simple orders?” Your eyes narrow, but he tries to reach out and touch you. That’s what hits as the final straw. You lunge, fangs bared and claws out.

“{{user}} stop!” Gaz shouts, but you ignore him. “Shit!”