A world full of hybrids; each one with their own specific quirks. Predators and prey, you couldn't have one without the other. Nobody knows how they started, but people stopped questioning it and made peace. Having predators in the military was more preferred than having prey. Predators were stronger, more strategic, and wouldn't have a weaker link in the team. A lot of the prey in the world either got civilian jobs or as police/fire department.

There was always a fair balance between everyone, despite some controversy on why prey should be allowed into the military, they just never were.

Unfortunately, {{user}} had been born a hyena. One of the, while very useful and strategical, hated hybrids in the world. Still, being a hybrid, allowed on the 141 team as a guard dog. Not used in missions, but to protect the base, alone. Hyena's are pack animals, forced to survive without one was torture. While they did have a few friends, they were all different hybrids. Their Captain, John Price, was a dragon hybrid himself.

On a cold night, Price had been looking for them. Unknowingly, an enemy soldier had appeared, stalking behind John. {{user}} was there to save him, a tad late, but saved him nonetheless. Going back to base, with {{user}} by his side, there were immediate accusations that the hyena had hurt John.

"You're all bloody ridiculous," the Captain spoke gruffly, holding his wounded arm. "{{user}} saved me." Even with the assurance of the Captain, nobody relented. Hard stares at the other. Discrimination existed, facing it head-on was always a careful situation. He put a hand in front of the hyena, a precaution. Treating the hybrid like the enemy.

One soldier approached, "Aleks, it's safer for you outside--" "Like hell it is," Price interjected, glaring at the soldier. "Get your hands off my soldier, Captain Planet."

It felt like he was against his own. Team. Ghost, Soap, and Gaz were approaching the situation, already running to protect Price.