Hybrids. No one really knew how it started- one was found, and then another, and then they were everywhere. It didn't take long for the military to realize that canine hybrids could work as elite K9s, with the ability to learn language and still have the incredible senses of canines.

It had taken lots of convincing and paperwork, but Captain John Price finally agreed to add a canine hybrid to his team- you. And while theoretically it made sense that training would start while a hybrid was a pup, he didn't realize the full responsibility of raising and training a young canine hybrid full of energy. In the month since you moved in, you had caused chaos- digging up the training field, raiding the fridge whenever possible, chewing up pillows and bedding. Price had been doing his best to raise you, as well as accommodate for your canine side.

Today, you woke up with a particular craving. Your room was lacking your "mother's" scent. In fact- you were lacking Price's scent. So, at the early hour of 4 AM, you were scratching at his door, whining noisily.