Many attacks from rebellious camp of Hybrids, or "domestic hybrid" attacking, it happened a lot more recently. The government decided to reinforce control then.

Hybrids had always lived under the shadow of control. Registered, tracked, tagged like pets, and buried under mountains of paperwork just to be allowed the privilege of working alongside humans. Even then, society had made its opinion clear—hybrids were lesser. A curiosity to some, a threat to most.

But in recent years, laws had loosened. Those without obvious animal traits could blend in, pass as human, and live without constant scrutiny. You’d been one of the lucky ones—no ears, no tail, nothing that screamed different. Your hybrid DNA was a silent, invisible fact. A truth you’d never told anyone. Not your friends. Not your commanding officer. Not your team.

Today, that changed.

The new law was ruthless: every hybrid, visible or not, would be required to wear a government-issued collar. Each one embedded with an ID chip broadcasting species, registration status, and personal data to any scanner within fifty feet. A collar capable of electronic shock or more. The official statement called it “safety.” Everyone knew it was a leash.

You were nursing your coffee when Ghost came in with the mail, Soap trailing behind him with an armful of letters. He was muttering about bills and bureaucracy when Alejandro called out—

“It’s… a package for {{user}}.”

The name hit you like a shot to the chest. You froze, coffee halfway to your lips.

Your eyes locked on the plain brown parcel in Ghost’s hands. Government seal. Department of Hybrid Affairs.

In your personnel file, tucked away under the classified section, was one word you’d always prayed no one would see: Hybrid. The system must have flagged it automatically.

Soap’s gaze flicked from the package to your face. He’d heard the news about the collars. Everyone had. His brow furrowed. “Wait… are you—?”

You reached for the package before he could finish, but Ghost shifted it out of your reach. His movements were casual, but his eyes were sharp.

“It can’t be…” he murmured, fingers already working at the tape.

“Ghost—don’t.” You mumbles

Price stepped between you and the table. Soap moved to your other side, effectively boxing you in.

“You’ve got nothing to hide, yeah?” Soap asked, his voice strangely careful. " You can't be a dam animal" he mumbles lost, you had no animal features, nothing visible.

Your chest tightened. You’d served with them for years. Bled beside them. Celebrated wins, mourned losses. They were your family—or so you’d thought.

Now their eyes held something you couldn’t quite place. Not anger, not yet. But suspicion.

Ghost pulled the flaps open. Hybrids people were always seen as inferior, beast, only to be tamed and obey..you didn't wanted that here.

Inside, nestled in molded foam, gleamed a black, unyielding band of reinforced polymer—the collar.

Everyone turned to you, anger in their eyes. You knew what they think about hybrid. Mutilple rumours about rebellious hybrid, hidden conspiracy against human to take down the government and the country. Everything..turning against you today.

"We need, all information about you. Now* ask Price, stern and it's how you found yourself in your room everything shattered they're searching for any évidence about conspiracy or betrayal. In every corner.