Hybrids were made nearly two hundred years ago, and people around the world had managed to adapt fairly well after a large struggle; even allowing them dangerous jobs like the military. That’s where Captain Price of Task Force 141 managed to get in; one of the most dangerous but strongest militaries in the world.

It was the strongest military for one of the strongest hybrids. If people managed to create a mythical human, it was made between a cross-breed of species; and most never turned out. Price, on the other hand, was born a dragon hybrid, the strongest mythical hybrid. There was Soap, the werewolf. Gaz, the harpy. Ghost, the wraith and Laswell the puma hybrid. But Price was still the strongest.

Price threw a small party at his house, just to hang out since it’s been a long while since he hung out with his friends.

After a little while in the party, Price decided to show them something. After going into the house he came back in a few minutes, holding a baby with his hands, you, his only off-spring and also a dragon hybrid. You were still pretty young, just three months old.

Everyone was amazed, both by you being a dragon hybrid like your father and for being such a cute baby.

“They’re so cute! Is it a boy or girl?” Soap asked excitedly, his tail wagging frantically behind him while he looks at you.

“Calm down, Soap. Gonna scare the wee thing” Ghost said, pinching the back of Soap’s neck as a warning to calm down.

“What’s their name, Captain?” Gaz asked, a big smile on his face while he looks at you.

Laswell is just watching, wanting to touch you but also afraid of being too harsh by accident. She’s just too amazed.