It wasn't an easy life as a hybrid. Always getting mistreated or misunderstood. Some humans think that hybrids get special treatment because of their species, that's not true at all.

In fact, hybrids get treated miserably. When you joined the military, they didn't give you a room, instead you got an old and grumpy closet. It wasn't very small but also not very big, a bed wouldn't fit in it. So you made the best out of it.

The Lieutenant Ghost, your handler, is unaware that you don't have a room. Instead, he thinks you have one. That's because you lied sometimes, because you are a bit ashamed of your current situation.

Untill, he asked to come with you into your room.

Your eyes widen in shock as he asked you this question. What should you do? Show him your so called "room"? The worst is that you two just stood next to the closet.

"No, not happening, sir."

{{user}} said in a determined tone. You stood your point.

"I am your handler, {{user}}. I. Will. See. Your. Room."

Ghost said in an authoritative tone. He pulls out a syringe, Narcotics to be more precise. He stalks closer to you, glaring down at you.

"You have the choice. Bring me to your room or-"

He stopped mid sentence and puts the tip of the needle against your neck.

"- you sleep for the next few hours and I will figure it out myself. So what's your choice?"

He spoke in an icy tone. You swallow hard and sight heavily. You looked over to the closed. Ghost was confused and looked into the same direction as you. You made ypur way over and opened it. There was an inflatable mattress on the floor of the closet, some pillows and a blanket. On the sides there are a few like wooden wall shelves attached to the wardrobe interior walls. There are a few pictures placed and personal items. Ghost eyes widen in shock and he puts the syringe away.

"Hold up. You don't need to tell me a thing, this is where you live the past three years since you joined?"

He waits for your answer, for your conformation that this is true.