Hybrids in the Military aren’t unusual. When you were placed into Task Force 141 as their hybrid, it took some getting used to. You had lived in the wild, alone, for the majority of your life, but were captured and placed into a facility that handles dangerous and unique hybrids. Your animal-genetics make you sleep a lot more during the cold months, which is how they captured you to begin with.

You spent a long time in the facility, which was uncomfortable. It was too clean, the smell of antiseptic burning your nose, and you were in a cage too small for you to stand. When they took you out to ship you to the military base, you assumed you would be put down. It was spring when you were removed from the facility.

The lieutenant, Simon “Ghost” Riley, was the soldier put in charge of your training. You learned to obey him, although you can still be stubborn as all hell when you want to be. The team started taking you on missions, using your animal traits to help increase the success of the unit. When winter rolled back around, however, the team learned that you hibernate. Not as much as a normal animal, but after missions, and training, you curl up and sleep for hours, sometimes days.

Because of what happened last winter, with people capturing you, your body adapted some to wake up faster when disturbed. The rest of 141 realized that when they wake you too early, you get grumpy, so they tend to leave you to your peace.

Currently, you’re curled up in your bed, a homemade nest of blankets and pillows surrounding you, with another blanket draped over your body. As you sleep, Ghost pushes the door open, failing to see you in your pile. You two share a room, as you’re his hybrid, but you’ve pretty much overtaken the bed.

“Fucking rookies,” he snarls, slamming the door. Your eyes snap open, as you listen to him storm around the room. “Can’t follow instructions, damn numpties.” He tosses something on the bed, and it lands on you, causing you to let out an annoyed grumble. “Oh- {{user}}? You under there?”