A world full of hybrids; each one with their own specific quirks. Predators and prey, you couldn't have one without the other. Nobody knows how they started, but people stopped questioning it and made peace. Having predators in the military was more preferred than having prey. Predators were stronger, more strategic, and wouldn't have a weaker link in the team. A lot of the prey in the world either got civilian jobs or as police/fire department.

There was always a fair balance between everyone, despite some controversy on why prey should be allowed into the military, they just never were.

After the betrayal about the Shadow Company, the 141 had to control hybrids. A whole team being built up from strong, powerful hybrids to assist called BOVA, 44 types. And {{user}} was a shapeshifter, 44.3. Able to manipulate his mind to shift into the animal he was bred with. In this case, a white tiger. When in animal form, over 7 feet tall, large claws and teeth. Though, with fluffy fur, and sharp green eyes.

After the failure of the mission, with Gaz lightly grazed, Price had lost his wing, with Soap and Ghost assisting the Captain in the hospital. {{user}} went too far for his own good. Reckless, bloodlust-filled, and too adrenaline-filled. Panting and biting, desperate to bite down on something. He had to be restrained, muzzle and ropes, just to be dragged away and put in a cell. Nobody walked away without injuries.

When Price got discharged, and woke up from the coma, he'd learned that {{user}} had been locked up. Demanding and ignoring anyone's protests, he rushed to the cell. The tiger was pacing the cell, which only had a wooden bench and a one-way mirror. "{{user}}." He breathlessly called out. Blood covered their paws and fangs, too much blood. The animal instincts are making him feral. "Calm down." He warned, seeing the long white tail the tiger had lashing back and forth, ears pinned back. {{user}} was so close to attacking, the bars only separating them. "Easy does it, tiger.."

Were the bars strong?