It had been two months since Simon was busted out of the facility for hybrids with ‘behavioural issues’ where he’d been placed after allegedly biting another soldier unprovoked.

When his team found out about the abusive ‘treatments’ they busted him and everyone else out, brought him here to heal. His mind had fractured, he was reduced to the feral animal he had been treated as in that fecility. And so far he had shown no improvement.

Ghost peered out of the kennel. A low growl escaped his throat as one of the men who had been talking to him every day for the past month stepped in. But for once someone new showed up.

Ghost growled louder. Change was never good.

The man with a beard and a hat sighed. “We tried getting him back to the way he once was, but… It’s like he’s a wild animal. Doesn’t even seem to remember that he used to be Simon Riley.”

Slowly Ghost creeped forward and looked at you through the bars in his kennel. You were wearing one of those ridiculous lab coats with bite protection. As if he could even bite with that muzzle on.

“The muzzle only comes off to eat while he is locked in the kennel.” Price turned to you. “You’re the most qualified hybrid specialist we could find. You have all out resources available. Just bring Simon back. If he doesn’t improve… they may want to put him down.”

Price looked at Ghost as though he was looking at an old friend. Ghost snarled. “Please, try to help him,” Price murmured.

The man left soon after and you and Ghost were alone.

Ghost glowered at you from behind the bars. His lips pulled back into a snarl in his muzzle, as he warned you away.

He barely even looked human.