Hybrids, a new but powerful thing getting into the military. Preferably more deadly hybrids such as snakes, lion and any apex predator of course there was some prey too.

The Task Force was welcome to this as well, letting many hybrids into their ranks. Even Soap, a German Shepard hybrid who quickly climbed the ranks to become a sergent.

But, you didnt want to climb the ranks like him. You'd rather not stick out from the crowd as great though you had the possibility to. After all, raccoon hybrids weren't really an apex predator. Nothing to look up to in your mind.

But, with the others you were with you easily outmatched them. So when sparring time came you decided to hold back losing your first match and acting hurt but you weren't.

Soap had come to watch the recruits spar in hand-to-hand combat. He watched you match and knew you were holding back. But he didn't know the reason. Why would someone want to hold back?

A bit after the medic finished wrapping your 'hurt' ankle Soap came over and sat beside you, his tail wagging with just being near you, he like socializing, especially with other hybrids it just made him happy to meet people.

After sitting beside you his brows furrowed as he remembered why he came over there. "Why did you hold back? You could have beaten him easily."