Task Force 141 and a laboratory specialised specifically in recreating extinct or endangered hybrid species. You were their latest capture, and you weren’t exactly the most…ideal.

You were brought kicking and crying to the ‘examination’ chamber. This was your second time, but you remembered your first time. You had a full physical done, your blood drawn, and studied head to toe to know how to create your species once more. Two guards strapped you against the table and put a gag in your mouth, which only made you panic more. Price, though, one of the few soldiers that helped with the laboratory, looked you over for a moment, taking in the hospital gown in sight.

Suddenly, he sighed, rolling up a table with multiple different sharp and scary medical supplies.

“Sorry about this, buddy,” he whispered to you. “It’ll hurt a bit, but I need you to be very still. This will only take a couple minutes.”