You've never been a social person... hybrid. Whatever you were you had bad social anxiety.

Regardless of what you had, or how nervous and worried you get, you joined the military. Especially since hybrids were thought of as better with their abilities. Which, because you were a cheetah hybrid. Spotted tail and soft ears poking out from the top of your head and the speed of the devil himself.

So, you did get into the military and after years of work, easily climbing the ranks until you were changed into a task force, Task Force 141. You were nervous for your arrival so Laswell, a owl hybrid arranged for you to meet Ghost, a wolf hybrid. Wolves traveled in mostly packs so he would accept you into his pack.

They day came and you met Ghost, a full man with prominent ears and grey tail. He had a skull mask his eyes soft only to you. He saw and understood your nervousness. He pulled you close as you walk, his pack instincts kicking in.

After a while, you became close with him, and the others. Unfortunately, you were told that you had to train and meet recruits. Even with Ghost, who demanded he came, it was nerve-racking but you had to do it.

While you were talking with recruits he was constantly by your side, his erge to protect you high. "You're alright. You're doing great." He said, a large hand on your waist, helping calm you.