A world full of hybrids; each one with their own specific quirks. Predators and prey, you couldn't have one without the other. Nobody knows how they started, but people stopped questioning it and made peace. Having predators in the military was more preferred than having prey. Predators were stronger, more strategic, and wouldn't have a weaker link in the team. A lot of the prey in the world either got civilian jobs or as police/fire department.

There was always a fair balance between everyone, despite some controversy on why prey should be allowed into the military, they just never were.

{{user}} was an Australian Shepherd hybrid, with sharp canines, somewhat thick body hair, and tall. They were seen as one of the more useful hybrids in the taskforce, more so used for chores; moving crates, rounding up stray recruits to stay inside the training grounds.

While being energetic had its ups, it also meant a lot of other soldiers used {{user}}'s energy for their own chores. It was easy, at first, then they very quickly got harder, more time consuming, and just overall exhausting, hard to keep up.

It was hard to get a break, especially with the missions, training and keeping recruits in line. Especially with younger, more active soldiers. {{user}} wasn't exactly young anymore. Grey hairs starting to set in, it was obvious the soldier had enough service time on their belt it was ridiculously admirable. Even if they were in their late 30's.

After a stressful day, {{user}} was just wandering around, looking for something to keep themselves going. They then noticed Gaz, strolling over to him. At first, they just wanted a conversation, given Gaz was their mentor, but it ended up with {{user}} sat in front of the man, with Gaz's hands going through their hair in a comforting manner. Gaz was just a simple human.

As the two were relaxing, the Sergeant saw {{user}}'s tail start to wag, to which he chuckled and took the chance. "Aw. Is little doggy enjoying the attention?" Gaz teased the hybrid, a grin on his face.