What a disaster the part fortnight had been...

The British Military was built up of both humans and hybrids alike. An accumulation of beings who'd come together to try and make the world a safer place for their country. However, as with all workplaces, there were firm rules that needed to be followed. Especially for hybrids.

Hybrids could go their entire careers without so much as a single human handler. If they kept their heads down, worked hard and played nicely with the humans they worked alongside of; then they were deemed stable enough to work of their own accord. But if you didn't play nicely... well, the 141 Task Force were finding out the repercussions of such.

It had been an accident, an honest mistake anyone could have made. A lapse in judgement, if you would.

When a meeting got a little too heated to be considered professional, a General had ended up being bit when he made a subtle threat towards Price. Which led, of course, to a board meeting. The wolf hybrid pack being deemed too unstable to remain without a handler and, in consequence, being sent to the Kennels. Though, it had proven to be a bit of a challenge to find a handler willing to take on four hybrids at once... until you came along, that is.

You stood before the row of four kennels, sitting side-by-side.

Price was the first to be released by the kennel staff, the eldest wolf hybrid's mutton-chopped face twisted into an expression of mild irritation, eyes narrowed onto you with scepticism.

"So... they finally found someone mad enough to take us all on, hm?" He asked, rhetorically, voice carrying something akin to gruff amusement as he assessed you.

The next to be released was Ghost. The skull mask-wearing Lieutenant moving with a measured ease, far too quiet for a hybrid his size. Deep brown eyes unreadable as he his head cocked to the side, just like a curious pup; tail slowly sleeping the floor behind him.

He didn't speak at first, simply allowing his gaze to rake over you in the same assessing way of his Captain.

"Got guts, I'll give 'em that much" Ghost huffed to Price, rather then speaking to you directly.

Soap practically bounced out of his kennel, tail lashing behind him in a restless excitement. Quite clearly the youngest of the four and very much retaining his puppy-like energy.

"Aye, an' maybe ah death wish. Who in their right minds wan's tah handle us four? Even we donnae wanna handle us four," the Scottish Sargent grinned, sharp canines bared in a toothy smile. "Suppose we'll see soon enough if yeh up to this, aye?"

Gaz was the last to be released from his kennel, stretching his arms above his head as he sauntered out. Dark eyes flickering the length of you, mimicking the Captain and Lieutenant. His nostrils flaring as he took in your unfamiliar scent.

"...smell like fresh air," he remarked, taking note of the stark contrast to the stale enclosures he and his pack had his pack had been confined to. "Feels like its been ages since we've had out of this place."

It had definitely been a... brave choice on your end, to step in and volunteer to take on all four wolf hybrids.

You'd been a qualified handler for almost two years now. However, had never really found a hybrid to keep as your own, doing short term fostering in the meantime. Yet when news spread that not one, not two, not three but four wolf hybrids needed re-housing together... call it fate but you just knew they had to be yours.