Hybrids aged much faster— that was what Task Force 141 learned when they rescued you. They found you in an abandoned lab, everyone was dead except you. Now, you’re the last hybrid left, and you were one of their most difficult one.

Mostly because you were a (your species), just a few months old. They weren’t sure who your parents were and how they died, but you had been very aggressive and moody towards them.

No one could even get closer to you, who even tried would get bitten or have their ears nearly bleeding with piercing baby crying.

And right now, you were absolutely pissed. Price was holding you back as they were checking you. Gaz was gently checking your vitals while Soap and Ghost were getting DNA samples. Laswell was gently prodding around, checking your mouth and skin for any diseases. Even a medic was holding a toy, trying to help keep you distracted so the others can check you without much problems.