You had been adopted by a relocating program for hybrids that were endangered. The military often looked into these programs and would select some that they deemed fit for service. You, unfortunately, had been chosen and sent off to the 141 for training.

Price had been assigned as your main handler and trainer until you became more self sufficient and independent. He took care of most of your basic needs like suppling you with uniforms, tactical equipment, and meal rations. He was also in charge of teaching you.

"-and dont forget that your equipment makes enough sound to-.." Price was trying to give you a lesson on being quieter and sneaking around, but you clearly had your mind somewhere else. You were chewing on one of your gloves, not even wearing it anymore. A small sigh turned into a chuckle from the Captain.

"Need something to keep your mouth busy?" Price asked as he reached into a one of the drawers in his desk. He pulled out a small chew toy, turning back to you.

"Gear is not meant to be chewed on, kid." Price carefully and gently removed the glove from your mouth, offering the chew toy as a replacement.