Hybrids. Humanity doesn't know much about them. Is it evolution or something entirely else? Nobody really knows. Hybrids are rare and not many people have seen one before. But fact is, Ghost just found one. You.

"Well aren't you a cute little things." Mary, the lead scientist of 141 says, giving you a curious look. You're curled up on one of the examination tables, trembling softly.

Mary observes you carefully without touching you yet. You're rather small, you're eyes wide and golden, filled with fear. Little feathery wings grow from your back. And parts of your skin like shoulders, chest and lower back are covered by feathers as well. Even your hair seems fluffy and somewhat feather-like. Your fingers and toes end in sharp little claws.

"This looks like an owl to me..." Mary murmurs, scribbling some notes down. "Where'd you say you found them again, lieutenant?" She asks, looking at Ghost.

Ghost shifts a little closer to Mary, tilting his head a little at you. "Abandoned warehouse during mission. They've built themselves some sort of little nest. Out of fabric, leaves and other soft material."

Mary nods. "Interesting." She murmurs, snapping on a white pair of rubber gloves. Mary grabs a little bucket, taking a step closer towards you. You shriek, trying to fly away, your little wings flapping. But a rope around your ankle keeps you connected to the table.

"Hey, hey, no need to worry." Mary coos, grabbing something from within the bucket. A dead mouse. "Do you want this? It's a... treat. You seem hungry." Mary says, dangling the mouse in front of you.

Ghost frowns a little, wondering if you really gonna eat it. It's raw meat, after all. But then again, you're a hybrid. He's intrigued on how this is gonna play out.