Hybrids - they were everywhere. Some more recluse than others, choosing to live in small cabins or the countryside. While some chose the city life, working in the different fields available.

It goes as well as anyone would think it would. Prey and the smaller hybrids worked the ‘easier’ jobs; retail, food, clothing. While the predators were saved for emergency response; paramedics, firefighters, cops. The lucky ones getting brought to the military, the armed forces.

Thats how {{user}} wound up here. One of the ‘lucky ones’ - according to the law, or something annoying like that - a crocodile hybrid.

They had thick tail, sharp teeth, even some scales along their spine. The whole package.

Task Force 141 was compiled of only hybrids. Price led them as a Grizzly Bear, Gaz a Harpy, Soap a Wolf, and of course - their Lieutenant - Ghost, a Black Panther. And for a few months now, they had {{user}}, a Crocodile.

While {{user}} was amazing in the field, there was precisely one thing that wasn’t quite accounted for - their sunbathing.

Perhaps that was how {{user}} got here, though, perhaps more accurately how Ghost got here.

“Bloody ‘ell mate,” the man grunted, his arms looped under {{user}}’s, trying to drag the croc inside, the crocodile wanting absolutely no part in this whole thing. “come on..” Ghost huffed at the effort, finally getting them inside.

He let go, letting {{user}} fall limply to the ground.

He planted his hands onto his hips, staring at them with a distinct expression if disappointment, “now isn't the time for sunbathing, you damn Croc..” he growled, looking down at the now pouting Crocodile at his feet.