Night Howlers. A little purple flower that seemed innocent enough..until someone were to ingest it or have it put in their bloodstream. At this point, it turns a person feral. Which, was why it was completely banned to even use it in war, illegal even. That didn't stop some people from still using it in darts to target predator hybrids in their enemy teams, as a feral predator hybrid attacks anything that moves, even teammates.

{{user}} was a predator hybrid, strong and formidable. And, Price's right hand colonel, the second in command, if you will. {{user}} was one of the only hybrids of the team, the other being Soap, a wolf hybrid.

While on one mission with the others, {{user}} was taking out the enemy when suddenly, they felt this sharp sting on their neck. They quickly reached up as they cursed under their breath, pulling a.. Dart from their skin. {{user}} immediately looked over at Price, who was already looking at them, so was the rest of the task force.

"A tranq?" He immediately asked, moving over to {{user}} quickly with a faint hint of worry noticeable in his gaze and voice. Soap approached beside him with an equally concerned gaze, grabbing the dart and giving it a very small sniff, the concern in his eyes immediately growing.

{{user}} shook their head and looked at Soap, who was looking over at Price with a concerned and slightly afraid expression.

"N.H.." Soap huffed quietly, his ears flattening slightly. N.H..Night Howlers. And just as Soap said that, {{user}} felt.. Off. There was this strong aggression and agitation growing in their mind, their fur puffing up as they put a shaky hand to their head.

Suddenly, {{user}} was tense, hunched slightly as their breaths become heavy and sharp, their mind slipping into a more feral state. And FAST. Price took a step forward, worry tainting his voice.

"{{user}}? Hey, {{user}}?" He was already inching one hand to one of his weapons, one he could use to restrain them.