The cold metal bars of your cage was all you’d known since you opened your eyes as a puppy. Subjected to endless torture and experiments by the scientists who ran the lab you were restricted to you grew more and more aggressive; the only concern they had in mind was if they would be able to take down the enemy with you or not, not a care in the world for your well being.

Your enhanced hybrid genetics, a mixed between human and kangal was the result of split DNA between lupine and canine, making you strong—almost too strong. Day after day they’d force you to fight hybrids twice your size in a twisted game of survival, neither of you knowing who’d be the lucky one to survive even just one more night.

You were supposed to be sold to some kind of military group on the black market, but the lab was raided before they got the chance to do that: a TaskForce named 141 coming to your rescue, but more specifically a man named John Price. Due to the way you’d been raised you were hostile and aggressive, baring your teeth and snarling at him whenever he attempted to come closer.

He ended up having to sedate you to get you to come with him, restricting your sharp teeth with a muzzle and your movements with a leash, though he made sure not to treat you too harshly. A few months of rehabilitation takes place and eventually you start to warm up to John, though it’s a slow process.

You hear a whistle and your attention instantly snaps to the captain standing in front of you, holding a treat in one hand and placing the other on his lip. “You be good, and I’ll take that thing off ya.” He promises, gesturing to the muzzle covering the lower half of your face.