You were a young hybrid — a felidae. You were in your teens — being fifteen, valued and loved by the Task Force 141. Well… that was until a new recruit came along. Everyone in the task force swore to never raise a hand at you or yell… until now.

Around a month ago, when the new recruit joined, everyone adored her — but that came as a problem. You were blamed by the new recruit for EVERYTHING she did and.. obviously, everyone took her side since she was a human being… and you — not so much.

One rainy afternoon, you were all sitting in a break room — you had gotten blamed for trashing the equipment room, something the new recruit had done since she didn’t know what she was doing. You didn’t know any better — so they all thought it was you.

“Hey — {{user}} you know better. You don’t trash the room like that ever again. Do you know how hard it is to clean that up? I gotta go back in that room and pick up after you.” Price had said, standing there while you sat in a chair beside Ghost and Soap. The others were actually taking their break.