The task force had implemented hybrids years ago. They’ve been through a couple. Trying to find a right match, several dog breeds. A wolf at one point. They stopped looking after you.

You were easy going, surely a bit bitchy but it came with your feline nature. A Tiger. Killer speed and bite force.

Gaz was the one to find you, welcome you in. Made sure you were taken care of. But you’d attached yourself to the other Sargent. Always near soap. Never too close, but never far. It could be considered prowling by now.

it became less and less space as months passed. After a long mission and a long ride back you’d dropped your gear and laid on the couch. Quickly asleep.

You didn’t wake up for a good six hours. That’s when you found soap curled into your chest, playing on his phone. Using you as a pillow and a heater.