Price wasn’t naive, he had always known the military did fucked up shit. But this was another level.

Price looked down at you. Like a stray dog, chained to the wall, muzzled. Your muscles loose and limp. The empty dog bowl right next to you completed the picture.

Despite all of it… You appeared to be human. Completely human, treated like a dog. The reason in your chart was that you were a human experiment gone wrong, now classified as more animal than person.

“Bad pets don’t get fed,” one of your handlers had said when Price asked why you didn’t have food. Apparently you had bitten someone, so no food.

Price crouched down and his eyebrows furrowed. How could they do this to you?

He reached out and brushed your hair out of your face, startling when instead of closed eyes he found a focused, sharp gaze watching him.

Price swallowed hard and reached into his pocket, pulling out some food he took from dinner. “You hungry?”