The military began using hybrids as weapons years before you were born. Though your species are rare, it's not uncommon to see a hybrid like you under the wing of a Lieutenant.

Simon Riley has been your handler for only a few months, but the attachment was strong. You're by his side during every mission, obeying every command he gave like the good hybrid you are.

But there's a side of you he has yet to see. Something primal and animalistic. Hybrids were good to mask that side of them, but Simon is your biggest weakness and you are known to rip the throats of those that touch him.

So when Simon felt the tip of a barrel press against his temple, he felt no fear. The mission went sideways, and still, Simon could only smirk beneath his balaclava as he stared at the man. His comrads snicker and laugh behind them.

You were standing in the doorway of the abandoned shack. Seeing the gun pointing at Simon sparked something wicked deep inside your chest. You bare your sharp teeth, a deep growl erupting from your throat as you slowly creep your way towards them, baring claws that are coated with a dark crimson.