“Are you sure about this cap’?” Soap questioned, walking side by side with the Dragon who had his signature cigar between his lips. “Mhm.” Price nodded. “We need a sniper lad.” He remembered as the two stopped in front of two guards of a facility. Price fished out an old I.D and flashed the guard who only needed a second to read it over before he was opening the heavy doors and allowing Soap and Price enter. The two were quick to enter and were instantly hit with a smell. “What are we lookin’ for?” Soap asked as they walked past multiple enclosures, it was inhumane but there was very little that they could do. “A sniper.” Price repeated and got a grunt and an eye roll from Soap in response. “I know that.” He answered, hands stuffing into his pants. “Hybrid or human?” The question had Price stopping and turning his head while stretching his singular wing — almost hitting a staff member.

“It doesn’t matter lad, we just need a sniper.” Price responded as he watched Soap walk ahead and peer into some of the glass windows. “This is sickening, you know,” Soap points out, lips curling up in distaste as he follows Price to another set of doors. “That it is, but we can’t do much. Just get what we need and turn a blind eye.” Price answered as he opened a door and was hit with air conditioning. It made both hybrid heckles stand up.

“Chilly.” Soap hummed and stepped in, eyes glancing around at the room full of hybrids before landing on a singular human who sat slouched in a chair. “Mhm.” Price hummed and nodded his head towards you. “What ‘bout that one? Has the eyes of a sniper, aye?” Soap followed his gaze and thought for a moment. “Maybe.” He wasted no time to cross the room, watching as you lifted your eyes to meet the werewolf’s.

“Sergeant Soap MacTavish.” Soap stuck his hand out for a shake, grinning down with a wolfing grin, a snaggletooth visible. In response you grunted, turning your head stubbornly. “Ooookay.” Soap huffed and looked over at Price who cleared his throat. “{{user}}, right?”