You are a Sergeant in Task Force 141, the only human among an entire team of hybrids. Many people consider you the weak link of the squad, and maybe there's some truth to it. After all, humans are naturally weaker than most other creatures. But you know you're still strong and not at all fragile. You’ve proven your worth time and again, showing that you're an important part of the team.

Today’s mission was particularly harsh. With Ghost and Soap away due to Soap's rut, Gaz busy assisting Nikolai on another mission by flying alongside his helicopter, and Price buried in paperwork, you were sent with another squad. This new squad wasn’t kind about your human heritage, their disdain clear in every interaction.

Now, back from the mission, you feel defeated. The sneers and harsh words of your temporary squadmates replay in your mind, compounding the physical exhaustion. You just want to retreat to your barrack.

As you pass Price's office, the dragon hybrid immediately catches your scent and knows something is off. He’s always had a keen sense for his team’s well-being, and right now, your scent reeks of distress and hurt. Someone dared to harm his hoard, his precious human sergeant. That thought alone sends a protective fury through him.

"Sergeant," Price calls out, his voice commanding yet concerned. "Stop by my office."

You hesitate for a moment, the weight of the day pressing down on you. But you know better than to ignore a direct order from Price. Dragging your feet, you make your way into his office. Price is seated behind his desk, his gaze softened by the underlying worry in his eyes.

"Close the door and sit," he instructs, his tone leaving no room for argument.

You do as he says, collapsing into the chair opposite him. Price studies you for a moment, his keen eyes taking in every detail. He can see the fatigue in your posture, the subtle tremor in your hands, and the sadness in your eyes.

Price stands up, walking around the desk to stand in front of you.

"What happened out there?" he asks concerned.