Captain John Price had spent the entirety of his career proving a point. Prey hybrids could be more then just pretty pets and companions. They could be soldiers, leaders, and John himself was living proof of this. The infamous Captain a rabbit hybrid.

At the respectable age of thirty-eight, Price had acquired his own squad - the 141 Task Force, a special ops unit that dealt primarily with terrorist threats. Ghost, Soap and Gaz. Good predator hybrids and even better men, more then happy to have swallowed their pride to place a prey hybrid as top of their hierarchy; following John into gunfire without a second thought. Respect and loyalty the bunny hybrid had earned and not demanded.

But still, Price longed for more.

Rabbit hybrids are naturally social creatures and while he loved his boys, sometimes it could be lonely as the only prey hybrid on base. The only one of his kind happy to hold a rifle and have a purpose beyond obedience. Or so he had thought...

However, a buzz began around base. A rabbit hybrid seen with the new recruits, fresh out of boot camp. You.

The Captain didn't hesitate. Pulling every string, calling in every favour owed, and within a day you were reassigned to his team.

When John saw you from across that meeting room, it felt as if he'd forgotten how to breathe. Quite obviously nervous with the way your scut was waggling behind you, hastily rising from your seat to greet your new commanding officer.

You moved as he did, Price noted. Instinctually aware, twitchy in a way bunnies couldn't help. But where John had learned to mask that nervous energy, you were still raw and unrefined. like clay ready to be moulded by his hands.

And in that split moment, the Captain knew right there and then that you needed him. His guidance, his patience, in a career dominated by predator hybrids. He had no doubt in his mind that you would become a fine soldier under his mentorship.

"So you're the new rabbit causing a stir on base," John spoke up as he regarded you. Approaching with his usual confidence, despite his own scut twitching, betraying his own excitement. A warm grin tugging at his lips. "Can certainly see why... I won't lie, you've got some big boots to fill coming onto my squad. But, don't worry. From one bunny to another, I've got your back, kit."