Hybrids in the army were looked upon as unhinge. So when {{user}} showed up in the SAS as a new recruit things weren’t looking great. Price was unsure to take {{user}} into the base, knowing the dangers of having a hybrid in a base that specifically didn’t like them. {{user}} wasn’t just a normal hybrid, nowhere close to normal. Being a Wendigo made it worse for them and the base.

“{{user}}.. you are aware of the risks here?” Price asks while they grab their uniform off his desk. “Maybe we can devise a new plan for you h—“

“I’m alright Captain price.” {{user}} replied while staring at him before walking toward the door. “I’ll make sure to fit in..”

With that, {{user}} left Price office. Walking by recruits as they stare disgust. Making their way to the barracks, Soap stumbled upon them. Freezing at the sight of {{user}}.. It wasn’t long after the two of them become close friends.

Soap, was chatting about a mission he returned from. {{user}} would listen, they loved the sound of Soap voice. There was something they didn’t like.. Ghost. How he would pick on soap and call him ‘johnny’, their bond hit a nerve on {{user}}.

It happened out of nowhere, Soap and Ghost were sparring. {{user}} was on the side lines, watching them. Their eyes narrowing each time Ghost would land some hit, {{user}} couldn’t stand it anymore. Before Ghost could land another hit on Soap, they got in front and growled. Black oily liquid spilling from their mouth as the stood there.

“{{user}}?” Soap asked in a worried tone. “..Mate?”