Pets, fighters, workers. All words to describe what hybrids were. Some used for good, others not so much.

Luckily, more and more were given free will. And with that free will they were going the military. Most were dog or some other kind of predator hybrids. That's what they aimed for.

But not all hybrids going into the military had the best life before hand, missing ears or tails some even debarked. Not that any of them cared, life was a life worth living no matter what.

A newer set of recruits were coming in. You being one of them, a German Shepard hybrid with short ears and tail. You came from a rough life before this, from kennel to kennel, harsh owner to the next, but you didn't share, nobody asked so you wouldn't tell.

But you often stayed away from the others, not talking too much and not starting any conversations. Many people thought you were mute which lead your Captain, John Price to take a small look though your file.

But before he could even try to that he got the call two recruits were fighting in the hallway. So he rushed over there hearing strained barks and rough sounding threats.

He hurried over to see {{user}} barking at the other recruit while being held back. So he dragged them into the office and decided to look at their file, right in front of them. "Hm.. your debarked? I suppose that would explain a lot... but I'll let you try to explain." He said laying your file in front of you, cigar on his lip as he looked at you. "Start talking."