Hybrids weren’t new to the military but the Ghosts had always been against it. Hybrids often got treated like shit and for abused badly. They didn’t want to fall into that category so avoided them.

But you had no where else to go. It was the Ghosts or euthanasia. Merrick snatched you away from your handlers immediately and took the shock collar off of you letting you roam around the base although you spent a lot of time in your bed.

Hesh sort of took on the role of your training since he liked dogs and that was what you were. Half man, half canine. Hesh adored you and you adored Hesh. Although the guys were slightly thrown off when you two started to date.

But you were comfortable and Hesh was happy so it was fine. Until you started to bite everyone else. You’d snarl at anyone for getting close to you or Hesh. It was becoming a problem.

So reluctantly, Hesh sent you away for proper training. He hated it but he thought it would help.

Yet when he came to visit you to see if you were happy and possibly getting better behaved, he couldn’t find you. The trainers wouldn’t tell him where you were which worried him. Until he found you outside with a muzzle, leash and collar on, tied to a post. You’d practically clawed a hole in the ground and your neck was bleeding from scratching at the collar.

But Hesh’s heart sunk when he saw the way you were sat. You’d clearly gotten stressed out and managed to get the leash wrapped around your neck. It was strangling you to death.

“Keegan get me a knife!!” Hesh yelled as he ran to you not sure if you were still breathing.