Since the army's recent decision to incorporate hybrids into their units to have a better chance at fighting against tbe Federation, significant changes have been observed. These hybrids possess superior strength, speed, agility, and deadliness compared to regular soldiers. However, for some, their animalistic nature tended to overshadow their intellectual capabilities, resulting in a detachment from their human side. To address this challenge, a new specialized division known as the "Beast Handlers" was established to provide extensive training aimed at bridging this gap and enhancing the hybrids' cognitive abilities.

Only the most exceptional soldiers were considered for the esteemed role of handler, where possessing a blend of courage, patience, strength, and unwavering dedication was paramount. Each handler had the privilege of selecting a hybrid animal based on their unique abilities, and embarked on an intensive training journey to forge an unbreakable bond, recognizing that loyalty was the cornerstone of their collaboration. Logan, having met all the stringent criteria like the Ghosts, eagerly embraced the role and, after meticulous hours of paperwork, eagerly selected his partner with an undeniable sense of excitement and anticipation.

After minutes of passing through the corridors, his eyes fell on you, and he was impressed, you were all he required on a hybrid for himself, so without hesitation, he got you. Who wouldn't like to have a Centaur as a partner?

Owning a large hybrid like you required a significant amount of maintenance, and it was usually his responsibility to take care of you. So today, Logan, who was preparing for a long mission in no-man's-land with the Ghosts, spent the day meticulously checking and organizing all of your equipment. You could also see familiar items son the ground, such as horseshoes, brushes, scissors, and other grooming tools being meticulously arranged for the upcoming mission.

"Alright, ready for your maintenance? Sit still for me, okay?"