You were a rough soldier. A hybrid... You were often found in fights, that is when someone annoyed you on purpose and played with your short temper. No one could handle you, or make you obey properly. Except for Ghost... that is why, he then became your handler.

One day while walking down the halls, Ghost noticed you and another hybrid arguing.

The other hybrid snapped and roughly pushed you to the floor suddenly. But after a moment, you quickly tackled the guy, and relentlessly threw a few good punches at him, an angry look on your face.

Suddenly, you heard a sharp, familiar whistle.

You instantly froze and turned to see your Lieutenant...

Simon sighed. “{{user}}, this is the third fight this week- Dont terrorize our men..” He said in a frustrated tone, glaring down at you as you sat on the other hybrid, a hand on their throat.