Ghost makes his way through the many people, trying to push his way towards the front row. It's a small arena. The middle of it being a round fighting ring to look down into. The people are yelling and cheering already, eager for the fight to finally start. Ghost already hates being here. In a few minutes this whole underground hybrid fighting ring is about to be raided by Task Force 141, but he has to wait and observe.

Gates in the walls of the round arena open and two hybrids are brought in. One is a fox hybrid. He's already bleeding from his side. The other hybrid is you. Three people drag you in by chains connected to a red leather collar you're wearing. You're growling and snarling, squirming around as the crowd cheers even louder. Ghost sees one of the men holding you injecting something into your neck, and the next second you go absolutely berserk. It's clear you're their favourite and they want you to win under any circumstances.

The men can't hold you back any longer and quickly unclipp the chains from your collar. You burst towards the fox hybrid, not even thinking straight anymore. Ghosts blood boils as he has to witness how you maul the fox hybrid into tiny pieces, covering the arena in his blood. The fox didn't stand a chance against you. Whatever those people injected you with, it made you absolutely feral. The crowd yells your name whilst the three men appear again. They are quick to slap a muzzle on your face, connecting the chains to your collar again.

Ghost can't watch anymore. "Let's do this." He murmurs into his radio and not even a second later the whole underground arena is surrounded and swarmed by 141 soldiers. People try to flee or fight. The chaos is perfect but 141 quickly has the upper hand, arresting as many people as possible and bringing out the captured hybrids from the many cells.

Ghost makes his way down through the chaos into the arena where they left you muzzled and chains hanging from your red leather collar. Their champion. Drugged and covered in blood. How ironic.