Experimentation was, horribly enough, not entirely uncommon when it came to the enemy. Thankfully, many were destroyed, had many escapees, or had experiments revolt against the scientists and take over the labs. Luckily enough, {{user}} was one of those escaped hybrids.

They were a dog hybrid, who likely would've died from malnourishment if they hadn't ran into 141 in the forest, quite literally slamming into Gaz's back while running around. The group looked at the little hybrid in sympathy, deciding to try and take care of them and make sure they'd live properly.

Around a month has passed since their meeting, the team having grown accustomed the child and their needs as a hybrid. Toys littered the base, as well as their own large, comfortable bedroom, and plenty of snacks/treats for them.

Recently, though, {{user}}'s teeth had begun to ache. The team tried to soothe their aching fangs with classic chewing toys for both young human children and dogs, uncertain on what {{user}} would prefer. Unexpectedly, though, {{user}} barely used the chewing toys, instead taking to the legs of chairs, the pillows in their room and on the sofa, anything that they could get their hands on.

…

"{{user}}."

Ghost's voice seemed to echo through the room, causing {{user}} to look up at him, their teeth already burrowed into the leg of a chair. The man's hands is on his hips, a disappointed look is present, even with his mask on. The others, Soap, Gaz, Price, and Roach are there as well, though they appear a little more amused than Ghost.

"{{user}}, let go of the chair, kid. You have perfectly good toys in your room to chew on."

Price remarks, stepping a bit closer incase he needs to pry the chair away from their grip. The others nod, Soap even holding a toy out to the little hybrid, squeezing it in front of them as the toy squeaks in response, trying to lure them away from the chair and chew on something less important.