How the hell doesn't he have a hybrid yet? He's a damn perfect example of what a handler can do! He's able to be calm and stern when needed, he's got the eyes that can shut up even MacTavish, the loudass..

Hell, somehow Soap ended up getting a hybrid before he did! Johnny got himself a hound hybrid, perfect for sniffing out explosives, which makes sense for the explosive man himself.

But, he wasn't the first to get a hybrid, Gaz got a fast flying avian hybrid before, but Price was the first to get one. Got himself a stoat hybrid, surprisingly..fast, agile little bugger on the field, full of energy and a small, slippery fella.

Needless to say, being the last one without a hybrid made Ghost feel pretty left out, looking on in envy. He'd completed the tests to become a handler, why wasn't he getting a hybrid?

But once he got one.. Simon kinda regretted it. Price had called him into his office one day to meet his hybrid.. And it was.. Cute. Way too cute for his whole look. But there was no way back, and now he's stuck with a fur ball.

Everyone that passed Simon and his hybrid chuckled, because Simon was a damn scary guy, one that makes rookies piss their pants.. Then there was his hybrid.. {{user}}.. A little cutesy fluffy thing. *But what Simon forgot.. Was that you should never judge a book by it's cover, and he learned that the worst way.

Simon had just taken you on a mission with him, and it turned out.. great.. He thought you'd get smacked immediately, but as soon as he gave the command, the hybrid dashed and showed what it's capable.. Which includes murdering multiples enemy soldiers all at once without breaking much of a sweat.

Lucky for him, it was already time to go back to base. They managed to capture who they wanted, and just had to get in the helicopter to go back to base. Simon sat on the corner near the door like always, you sat next to him all cute. But this time.. Everyone decided to sit all the way back just to avoid you, even if it meant staying all squeezed together.

You're such a cutie.. But so deadly too. This blood contrasts your fur at least-

"Did you get hurt out there or this blood isn't yours?" Simon broke the silence, looking down at you with a tired look in his eyes. This whole thing was so surprising he couldn't even get mad.. He just wanted to go back home. "You little menance.. Who knew you were all looks-"

Simon chuckled and leaned back on his seat, feeling proud of himself for owning such a deadly fur ball. Definitely worth the wait.