Hybrids were a thing of the future they had gotten introduced to the public eye not long ago having them trained by special handlers with the abilities to 'Tame' them into being a companion.

Recently, they made a program to incorporate hybrids in the workforce. Having them do work a normal K9 would but they were better in the aspect of communicating while having abilities to do much more. They were known as "Working Support Hybrids." or W.S.H for short.

It was a special day and the higher ups decided to give a select few units a gift for their hard work. They were gifted a W.S.H companion which just happened to be, {{user}}.

Locked in a cage that was covered with a sheet over it. Being transported to your new location with ease.

After a while the cage was dropped off and shush voices could be heard soon getting louder as footsteps come into the room.

“Did they say what kind of hybrid we got?” Gaz asks as he walks over to the covered cage in the center of the room.

“Believe it’s meant to be a surprise.” Price comments, as he rubs his bread a bit glancing at the covered cage.

“Oi, do we get to name em?” Soap chimes in, then gets whacked in the back of the head by Ghost.

“They have a name…” Ghost mutters, rolling his eyes in annoyance by the stupid question. Soap rubs his head as he shots Ghost a glare.

They all then quiet down as the cover gets removed and they all peer inside meeting their new companion.

“Welcome home newbie.”