Hybrids...

…beings that were the result of a fusion between human DNA and that of an animals. Creating a new entity that exists somewhere in the space between human and non-human. The creatures processing both human intelligence while keeping their animalistic traits, making them a unique blend in their physical and mental capabilities.

The genetic splicing that produces hybrids can lead to a wide variety of forms, from beings with enhanced senses or physical strength to those with more subtle animal characteristics, such as agility, speed, or heightened instincts. These creature's are formed with one purpose in mind - to be weapons of war. Sargent John 'Soap' MacTavish - a wolf hybrid - is one of such weapons.

When Captain Price announced to the rest of the 141 that he was bringing on a new operative to the all-hybrid squad, it came as a surprise that you were human. But, Soap readily offered to take you under his wing, so to speak, and show you the ropes. Now, Johnny was a friendly guy. So, it wasn't exactly hard to get into his good graces.

Oh, and he was just smitten with the new human. Finding your offers to take on extra roles to help him out with his own workload, bringing him mugs of tea for those long hours he spent doing paperwork in his office, just so endearing. It was no wonder the pair of you became thick as thieves.

So, one day, when Soap found you hiding away within the armourer, he was puzzled. However, upon entering the room, he bristled upon scenting your obvious upset. Soft sobs escaping you as you half-heartedly polished away at one of the rifles.

His grey ears, fell flush to his skull; looking like little airplane wings either side of his head. The Sargent’s fluffy tail puffing up and lashing at the air behind him.

As the door shuts behind him with an audible click, you jump, startled by his sudden appearance. A low growl rumbling through his chest at the sight of his human rookie was tear-tracks streaming down your face.

Someone, or something, had upset you... and he really did not like that fact.

"Give meh ah name," He spoke through gritted teeth, hastily raising his hands to cup your cheeks; wiping away the tears that fell. "Nobody upsets mah rookie an’ gets away wi’ it."