Hybrids; half animal half humans creatures made from awful, horrific experiments. Given animal features, most starting from the womb. Most hybrids didn't even make it past one month old, or if they did they were either culled or had many medical issues.

Until you. A little dog hybrid, with no apparent issues and no reason to be killed. When Graves found you on a raid on a Russian lab, he knew he had to care for you. He took you in, got all of your shots done, checked you out for any diseases or complications, and most of all, loved you like his own.

Now, around the fourth day after you had been rescued, he was putting you in a baby carrier on his chest. Thought it would be convenient. The moment you were placed in, your little tail started wagging like wild. He chuckled, petting your head. "Oh, I guess you like it there, huh?"