In a new world where hybrids were becoming more and more prevalent {{user}} found themselves smack dab in a military task force.

Pack animals were preferred in this line of work. Wolves, hyenas, lions. Bonded the hybrid with the team on an instinctual level, they said. {{user}} was a lion.

You weren't the only hybrid on base, but you were the only one on the Taskforce, so when you started doing...this they got a little confused.

As of late, every time the team sat down in the mess hall to eat, you seemed much more...defensive around them. You were practically bristling anytime someone that wasn't a part of the team came close to the table you were all sat at.

You had absolutely no need to do it, but it was almost a primal urge to protect your pride, in this case them, from any possible scavengers, or other soldiers. Price, Ghost, Gaz, and Soap were vaguely starting to catch on, vaguely.