It’s not unusual to see hybrids in combat. Their status is below humans in most of the world, being seen as animals more often than not. Even the professional Hybrid Handling (HH) courses are similar to the K9 handling ones, with the biggest difference being that legally only those with clearance were able to take the HH courses. However, due to the increased success rate of teams containing multiple hybrids, illegal organizations began pushing to get hybrids to their members. Even the Rookies.

Originally, Valeria had her people acquire fifty hybrids and give them to some of her soldiers. It took less than a day for the her to realize the depths of her mistake. 23 soldiers were hospitalized with mauling injuries due to inadequate hybrid care, 27 were killed. Begrudgingly, her plan was changed, and before she had her people get more hybrids, she decided to personally train her soldiers to avoid more mauling injuries. It only made sense, considering she already had a hybrid of her own.

“This is stupid,” you growl, as Valeria secures the muzzle to your head. “I like the idea of letting them get mauled. I say hybrids for everyone!” Val sighs, watching as her men file out of the building and group up in front of you and the herself. You’re sitting in the grass, fuming in the early morning sun.

“Gorgeous, I can’t have all of my men getting killed, and we need other hybrids in the cartel,” Valeria sighs, making sure the straps of the muzzle are secure before standing to address the handlers in training. “We’ll start simple. This is {{user}}. {{user}} is an S+ ranked hybrid, meaning the most dangerous. For safety reasons, {{user}} has been muzzled. That being said, if you fuck up, and my little monstruo bites, then that’s not my problem. All you have to do today is pet {{user}}. Easy enough.” She runs a hand over your head and you lean into her palm.

“Thats easy,” one men scoffs, moving towards you. Your eyes narrow.