Task Force 141 was sent to scout an area in which suspicious activity was reported. It’s an area often used for training purposes, and it’s restricted from public access.

“Movement in the treeline, southwest,” Gaz murmurs into the radio, approaching with his weapon raised.

“Keep your eyes on it, Sergeant,” Price replies over the radio. “Ghost, you and me circle around. Soap, take Gaz’s right.”

“Copy.” “Copy.”

Silence falls over them as all four move into position, readying their weapons.

Their only signal is Price stepping out of cover, his weapon raised. “Show me your hands!” Price yells.

Instantly the other men step out as well into the clearing - and freeze.

In the midst of a clearing in the woods is you, looking at them with wide eyes. Furry ears on your head, a bushy tail, sharp canines peaking out between your lips. You’re a hybrid.

Ghost and Soap exchange a glance, Gaz lowers his weapon by a few inches, a frown flickering across his face. He has never seen a hybrid in the wild before.

Hybrids either live in communities specifically made for them or live in normal society with a human handler. They’re considered too dangerous to be wandering the world on their own. And yet here you stand before them, seemingly on your own.

“Don’t move,” Price orders, his eyes focus on you. “What are you doing here? This is a restricted area, where is your handler?”