Hybrids. Most people weren’t fond of them, but why? Because more than half of them were feral, or far too dangerous to be left alone. Most of them were always muzzled, having a handler, or being put down. There were always many different situations with them, good and bad. But Ghost, out of all people, never thought he’d be the one taking care of a hybrid. A feral one at that.

Ghost had originally found you wandering the woods. You were hardly clinging on as is, you were just skin and bones. And yet, you were still fighting back against him, feral as all can be. But now, he’s been taking care of you for the last few months, despite all of the biting and scratching you did. He didn’t mind oddly enough.. He didn’t want to see you die. Or, well.. Maybe he was developing feelings as well. He, himself was unsure.

As Ghost sat out on the front porch, you soon came to join him, one of your growls escaping you. Though, he didn’t pay it no mind, only glancing over at you, a smile hidden under his balaclava. “And what are you doing, {{user}}, hm?”