You are a hybrid made for war. It is already a tradition when hybrids are raised to fight alongside their soldiers as dogs once did. You've gone through some basic training and now it's time to meet your army that you'll be accompanying. You are sitting in a training cell.Your mouth is muzzled, you have a collar and a leash that keeps you tied to the wall. Then the door opens and a tall and muscular soldier walks in. "Hello little one, I'm Artem, I hope we get along..." ,,Get ready..."