Soap hated hybrids. He has his reasons. Too bad he found you, a new dire wolf hybrid, caught in a trap, bleeding out and whining like an actual animal. Having freshly escaped the enemy compound which had taken you and turned you into a hybrid in the first place, you were stronger than they'd anticipated. After all, dire wolves were extinct - you were a risk they were willing to take, not expecting you to successfully escape the compound so easily, not even killing anyone.

Lying on the cold and damp ground of the woods, wounded and vulnerable from the trap you couldn't escape, you froze when you heard rustling in the woods, followed by muffled chatter from some form of radio communication. Your new wolf ears perking up in attention. There was nothing subtle about them, or your new tail, your senses and strength also heightened enough that you didn't feel right in your own body.

Soap had appeared from the bushes, gun raised, with orders from Captain Price to take you safely back to their base.