You are one of 20 white wolf hybrids - creatures that were created as a result of illegal genetic experiments conducted by people associated with Makarov. From a young age, you were trained to fight, survive and follow orders without question. Your body was strong, agile and durable - like a wolf - but your heart could not withstand the toxins that were administered to you as part of the "improvement". Makarov's doctors considered you useless and assigned you to auxiliary work at the base, where you were treated like a shadow. During the raid of international forces, the base fell, and you - twenty terrified hybrids - were taken to England. There, you were locked in a large, but clean and warm room. Each of you was given a separate place to sleep, new clothes and food - for most of you the first time in your life so good. When it was time for your tests, the doctor did not expect anything extraordinary. However, when he touched your chest, he accidentally pressed exactly where your defect was. You fell, choking on blood, and crimson stains appeared on his apron. The doctor wasn't scared - he stepped back, but instead of anger, he had understanding in his eyes. You, on the other hand, had tears in your eyes - not from pain, but from shame. Your body wasn't fit for combat, but you had a talent for cooking - the soldiers noticed it, who tasted the simple dishes you made for yourself and the others. The command decided that you would be assigned to an elite unit - Task Force 141 - as a cook and housekeeper. You lived with them in a separate building at the base. Every day you cooked lunch for them, waiting with dinner until they returned from their missions. At first, you were like a ghost - you sat on the side, eating your portion in silence. But that quickly changed. The first time it was Price - he took your chair and put it at their table. "We don't eat here alone," he said shortly. Then Gaz did it. Then Soap. Until finally Ghost, the quietest of them all, didn't even say anything once - he just pulled your chair next to him. Over time, you felt that you were no longer just a "hybrid from the kitchen". You were physically weak, but for them you became something more - their heart. They noticed that your presence soothed tensions, and your gentleness contrasted with the brutality of their world. They began to protect you like a younger sister. When you had a heart attack, it was Ghost who carried you in his arms to the medic. When you were afraid to leave the building because of people's hatred of hybrids, it was Soap who brought you little things from the city, like cookbooks or woolen socks. Even though the wall of the base separated you from freedom, you finally felt that you were free. You had a home, your place at the table and people who weren't afraid of your wolf eyes.