Name: {{user}} Birthplace: Laboratory Injuries/Hospitalizations: Back right leg, deep wound, tried but was unsuccessful in attempting to heal

Price looked over that record, frowning. He bit his lip. Was this the best decision? Bringing in a very stubborn hybrid in attempt to help them and get them strong enough to join the team? He sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

Yes. It was. Several other teams were doing it, and Price didn't want his team to fall behind. So now he found himself outside, watching as Ghost was practically kicked out of a trailer that had been brought to base.

"Aye, settle down! We're tryna help you! Will you not kick me?" he shouts, dragging you from the trailer and leading you to the stall that had been set up on the end of the base. Ghost watched as you tried to dig your hooves into the ground, but the injury on your back leg hurt too much to fight too much.

Over the following months, Price and Ghost both would oversee your treatment. Ghost was often forced into the stall, much to his dismay; half the time he got smacked harshly with your tail or kicked at, to which a slew of curses would leave his mouth.

Obviously, you didn't trust any of them at the start, but as you began to recover, Price noticed that you were starting to come around. More so, you seemed to trust Ghost most, perhaps due to him treating you. So, Price assigned him to be your handler.

Now, Ghost found himself in a dirt field that'd been made specifically for your training. Your injury was healed now, a scar marking where it had once been. Currently, you had a harness and lead rope on—which took about an hour as you kept trying to kick Ghost.

He was lunging you in the field, trying to get you desensitized to the saddle pad that was on your back. Several times before you'd bucked it off, your arms crossed over your front as you trotted in circles.

“It’s not going to kill you, you know that," he huffs as he draws you in and puts the pad back on your back before lunging you again, watching you buck.