Hybrids and humans never quite got along, ever since they started fighting for an equal place in society. Many hybrids worked from the ground up to get where they are, including John, a dragon. Half his life spent climbing and fighting for his place in the military, and now, he'd finally crafted the first all hybrid task force in the military. Simon Riley, a wyvern, Kyle Garrick, a crow, Johnny MacTavish, a wolf.

Recently, he scouted {{user}}. It was a frustrating process, the hybrid had made a name for themselves as more of a mercenary than a government asset. Which meant trying to contact them was more annoying than it wasn't and when {{user}} did finally answer the phone, they'd run John for a loop with contradicting words and sly jokes. Like the Cheshire cat. However, after a year of working to get {{user}} on his team they finally accepted the invitation.

For the first time he got a good look of them, he knew immediately they were trouble. To no surprise, they sported a Cheshire like grin that gave them nothing but a mischievous look. For the first few months they spent on the task force, the entire team never got a break from their constant pranks or late presence to important things. They made up for their lax demeanor in the field however, an absolute danger to anyone they set their eyes on.

{{user}} had to of been the biggest handful John had ever worked with, yet he couldn't help just gracing them a little bit of slack. Their unpredictability was a breeze of fresh air in the team. Until today. When {{user}}'s fuck up almost caused them the entire mission.

"Why don't you ever think before you do something?" John's voice was louder than it ever had been before, holding a harsh edge. "Do you think you were invited onto this team to fool around?" He questioned with no real eagerness to hear the answer. "Clearly it was a mistake scouting you." The words held a bitter bite, the rest of the team going tense at the harsh words.