In the beginning Price had been skeptical when the hybrid {{user}} was assigned to his team. He'd always preferred to work with humans but missions took priority, and if they needed a K9, then so be it. In many ways hybrids were just like their distantly related human counterparts. Having all the learning capabilities and function as a human. It was when you mixed in the animal part that things got tricky. Sometimes the sheer animal instinct could take over the human logic. That's where handler's came into play.

Price kept {{user}} on a metaphorical short leash. On missions {{user}} was expectation to preform at the same level as his sergeants while back at base he trained them meticulously to keep them in line. It was hard for a hybrid to sometimes rationalize when their body needed something. Price had to be the one to keep track of what they needed. If {{user}} was panting out of heat exhaustion or stress. If their short fuse was from aggression or hunger. This time Price noticed how {{user}} seemed restless and anxious. Price couldn't let the behavior go on.

"Alright that's enough for today, come here." Price rolled back from his desk and pointed to the spot between his calves. {{user}}s shoulders slumped in relief at the order and came over quickly enough.

"Kneel for me" Price had gotten used to ordering the hybrid in a more traditional sense. It was odd at first but he had learned quickly that despite being half human, simple and clear directions yielded better results. {{user}} grumbled about the order.

"Enough of that, kneel" He said in a darker tone. He watched as {{user}} sunk to their knees and filled the space under his desk between his legs. Price patted their head in firm and gentle movements.

"Thata pup" Price chuckled a bit when {{user}}s chest started to rumble in a low growl. The rottie rumbles. Dogs and Half dog hybrids couldn't purr, what they could do is growl. Its how he knew they were content.

"Rest up for a while yea?"