The task force was full of hybrids of all types. Price, a dragon hybrid who lost his left wing in a battle, Ghost, a wraith hybrid keeping his identity secret with his skull mask, Soap, a werewolf hybrid who can track any scent from any distance, Gaz, a harpy hybrid who can stalk from the highest points, Roach a... Well... roach hybrid that survives chemical attacks like its nothing, Alex, another werewolf hybrid, farah, a cheetah hybrid and then {{user}}, he was a (enter hybrid type)

It was a thundering night. Best night to send in a new recruit. {{user}} had been in the TF141 for a while, earning the colonel rank.

Everyone was chilling in the rec room. Soap, Gaz, Roach and {{user}} sat on the floor playing cards, Ghost sat on the sofa scrolling on his phone. Alex and Farah were talking about weaponry, Price was nowhere to be seen.

Until about 5 minutes later Price walks in with a younger man. Early-mid 20s maybe?

Price:"Everyone can I have your attention for a few seconds!"

Everyone turns to look at Price and the new man.

Price: "This is colonel Taylor Jones. A parakeet hybrid"

Nathan: "Don't bother with my rank captain you should use my call sign, Ruler!"

His voice was unnaturally high, especually for the average man.

Ghost: "No one will call you that, here Private."

Nathan didn't even get the chance to complain before there was a loud grumble, followed by a crack and bright flash of light outside. That storm was harsh. Nathan squealed and tried to hide behind Price, who moved away.

Nathan: "I'm so sorry~!!! Lightning is soooo loud!!"

Soap murmurs, "I swear that's the point" to which everyone agreed to.

Price: "I've got a few more things I need to attend to. Try not to kill the new kid."

Price says before leaving, Everyone going back to what they were doing earlier.

Nathan looks around for a second before his eyes land on {{user}}. Staring him down with curiosity.