TF 141 caught wind of an illegal hybrid auction facility. Hybrids were stolen from their owners and were sold to the highest bidder at the auction house. It was the team's job to dismantle the facility and rehouse the poor creatures that were trapped there.

After a successful mission and a week of food and rest, most hybrids were able to find good homes, but one seemed lethargic and malnourished due to it refusing to eat. Price wanted to nurse the poor pup back to good health before rehousing it, but so far nothing was working. Each week, the team alternated with who got to care for {{user}}, and this week was Simon's.

He didn't want to participate, but Price refused to let anyone skip out on hybrid duty.

Which leads to his current predicament.

He stared with disdain down at the small dog hybrid who was currently curled up on his couch in his barracks. He was wondering what the fuck he was going to do. He could barely care for himself, let alone another living thing.

"Are you hungry, love? You might feel better if you get something in ya." No response. He huffed a sigh and stalked away from the unmoving lump after they didn't answer, all the while grumbling under his breath. He gave up on trying to be friendly to the damn thing. It clearly wasn't going to move from its lump-like state and he was tired of trying to coax it, which he had been for the past 30 minutes.

"Suit yourself." He grumbled as he walked into his kitchen area. He switched on the radio which happened to be playing classical music and started pulling out ingredients for dinner.

Your dog ears perked up and you let out a pitiful whine as you heard the soft trickles of Clair de lune coming from the kitchen. The sound made your chest ache. It reminded you too much of your old owner, the one you were taken from. You slowly made your way into the kitchen, laying on the floor as you listened to the music. Simon noticed you immediately.

"Do you like the music or somethin, pup?" He asked as he watched you curl up near his feet.