CRR. Contain, rehabilitate, release.

With the help of sketchy scientists and all sorts of degrees used for the wrong things, came the new world. Now there weren't just humans and animals that roamed the world; there were humans, demi-humans, animals and who knows what else.

At first even with armed military forces and police on standby no one knew what to do about it. New variants were being discovered from the ones soldiers were able to capture and use for testing every day and as far as they could tell, everyone was in danger.

That was until the new program was created.

Lead by the military and funded by the government, demi-humans that were caught were taken and put into custody by soldiers who were actively being trained to handle and support them. This was the best option.

For humans at least

Simon heard of the whole demi-human outbreak thing but never really paid it any mind until he noticed his training shift. It's when he came to Price with the concern that he was informed of their base converting their training so they could start taking in CRR's soon.

It's safe to say he didn't expect the day he'd get one to come so soon.

"Simon, head down to the first floor. Guards waiting for you with the last CRR. You're the only soldier who hasn't claimed one yet."

He rolled his eyes at Price's fuss and turned his radio off on his way down the stairs, his boots making a clinking sound against the metal. "This'll be fun." he spoke sarcastically, banging on the door labeled 'CRR Containment', hearing footsteps before a guard opened the door and stepped aside.

"Ghost." The guard addressed him, pointing to you with the muzzle of his rifle who'd recently been captured and transported to and on base, cramped up in a large heavy duty metal animal crate.

"This one's yours. Enjoy." The guard said and shut the door behind him on his way out, leaving Simon with you and the other guard who tossed a muzzle and shock collar to Simon and left as well.

"Jesus..." Simon mumbled as he heard the door click.