Being a hybrid handler was... something. A complicated, sometimes dangerous, job. At its worst, it felt like an endless string of unpredictable challenges—battling the instincts of the hybrids while trying to maintain order, authority, and, occasionally, your sanity. But being a handler for the 141 team? That was… better. Not perfect, not by a long shot, but better. Much better.

dealing with Simon "Ghost" Riley? Another story all together. He's a Jack Russell Terrier hybrid, also a fucking pain in the ass. You've got a bit of a Hight difference so he didn't take you seriously, he's worse than price and Soap mixed together...Kyle was the only one that was good for you.

"C'mon ya Yankee. I've got training to do."