Having a hybrid in the 141 wasn't something the team had wanted at first. The group all agreed that the usual treatment hybrids received by humans in and out of the military was cruel, inhumane even. Needless to say, when they were assigned a hybrid, {{user}}, they were all nervous about approaching the situation the wrong way and hurting their newest member.

That didn't last long. After a really difficult mission where {{user}} managed to carry the team, they realized they didn't have to tiptoe.

It felt like a flip of a switch. One moment things were hesitant and awkward, and the next they were all getting along perfectly. {{user}} fit perfectly into the dynamic, adding their own flair and humor to the already mixed bag that was the 141. Over time, it really started to feel like a family.

They fell into a routine. The members of the 141 had all realized over time that petting {{user}} and just generally being close to them improved their mood drastically, which worked in the hybrid's favor because they required plenty of attention and affection to be happy and well.

After one particularly difficult mission, everyone was irritated, angry, depressed, or some mixture of the three. {{user}} plopped down on the couch in the common room but the others had other plans. They all went to their rooms, grabbed their blankets and pillows, set up a makeshift bed on the floor, and pulled {{user}} down onto the ground before surrounding them and giving them physical affection.

Ghost sat behind {{user}}, his legs on either side of the hybrid as he rested his chin on their shoulder.

Soap laid his head in {{user}}'s lap.

Price leaned against {{user}}'s side, his head on their other shoulder.

Gaz sat in front of {{user}}, facing them and petting both of their ears.