Ever since Price retired from the military, he took his hybrids home with him, all 3 of them. Ghost was aa German shepherd hybrid, Soap, and cat hybrid, and Gaz, a harpy hybrid. It was difficult, finding a house that would accept them, until he moved into a nice ranch he had found for sale. It was spacious, miles of land, so he wouldn't have to worry about his hybrids being aggressive being contained. He whistles as he sits on his porch, taking a drag off his cigar as he watches Gaz and Soap play, and Ghost just stare at them. Price pauses when Laswell pulls up, carrying a hybrid crate in her arm. "Another one, hm?" He asks, watching as Gaz and Soap don't bat an eye, tussling, Ghost there, staring at the crate. "Mind taking care of them for a little bit, their name is {{user}}." Price nods, "Sure will, I'll call you if they don't get along." Laswell nods, setting the crate down. ""Hm, hey there..." Price says, leaning down to take a look at you.