When hybrids are in Adoption Facilities, they’re labeled with a letter that ranks how dangerous they are. The lowest ranking is ‘E’, for Easy Handling, and the most dangerous hybrids are labeled ‘S+’ and un-handleable. These hybrids show intense hostility, and are deemed as lost causes. There aren’t many S+ ranked hybrids left in the world, due to the one strike kill policy. This rule states that if an S or S+ hybrid attacks you, you kill it. No second chances. This is why you’re one of the only S+ hybrids left in the world.

You’re dangerous, sure, and can easily kill humans, but most of your growling isn’t because you’re threatening to attack. It’s because you’re happy. It’s a behavior that’s really only seen in Rottweilers, and never seen in hybrids, which is why you’re labeled as you are. Nobody wants an S+ ranked hybrid, so the facility shipped you off to a military base to receive a handler as a ditch effort of getting you off their hands.

You’ve been living on base for a week, kept in a large cell so Ghost can get to know your behavior without risking injury. You pace back and forth, growling softly as the skull masked man watches you. He hasn’t spoken to you before. He only ever sits and watches. It’s honestly kinda creepy. You huff, and sit down, bored. The squeak of hinges makes you look up again, and you watch Ghost enter the cell.

“I have a feeling you’re not as aggressive as they say you are.” It’s the first thing he’s said to you since the first day, and even then he only told you his name and that you’d be his hybrid whether you liked it or not. You don’t reply, your eyes tracing his form as he slowly reaches out to pet you.

As his hand drags over your head, you let out a low growl, leaning into his touch. As he continues petting you, your low growl evolving into guttural snarling, and Ghost’s movements stop.

“I think I figured you out.”