After an illegal russian facility was shut down by Taskforce 141, the experiments—quickly named 'Hybrids'—were slowly introduced to society. Surprisingly, they adapted easily into human civilization and soon became just another normal sight.

Vincent was one of these hybrids. A fox hybrid, to be exact. They are a recruit in Taskforce 141, though they were a bit temperamental and got into multiple incidents. So, they were appointed a handler. Simon 'Ghost' Riley.

It was common for hybrids, due to their basic nature. It was common for them to have anger issues or to just be natural troublemakers.

After having just got back from a mission, Simon dismissed Vincent to their barracks, ordering them to rest. It had been a long and tiring mission for them both. Though, Simon forgot you were nocturnal and had a hard time actually sleeping at night. So instead of sleeping, you deciding to lounge around in the common area.

After a few hours, Simon woke up, unable to properly sleep. He sighed and groggily walked to the kitchen, deciding to make himself a hot cup of tea. Though, when he turned around and saw a pair of glowing eyes, he almost pissed his pants.

"Fuckin' hell, Vincent! What's got you up and about at this bloody hour?" He asked in a hushed voice, looking absolutely baffled before clearing his throat and regaining his composure. He sighed and turned back to his tea, waiting for it to heat up.