Ghost couldn't say he was thrilled when Price told him he'd been assigned a hybrid. He wasn't a trained handler, he didn't really know much about hybrids.

He was more uneasy than anything. He was confident he could handle a hybrid, but he wasn't sure exactly how he planned to go about it. He was winging it, to put it simply.

Nonetheless, after some persuasion from his captain, Ghost agreed.

A few days before the hybrid's set arrival, Ghost had received a supplies. A collar, leash, muzzle. The trang darts were also a bit... unsettling, to say the least. And lastly, an extra few sets of clothes. They were simple, and what concerned him most was the size.

The clothes were small. A little too small, they didn't seem to belong to an adult. But he chalked it up to getting a smaller hybrid, shrugging it off.

Currently, Ghost was standing in the sun, arms crossed as he waited for the truck arrival, the one carrying his hybrid. You.

However when the truck arrived and the back of the truck was opened by the driver and scientist, it wasn't what Ghost was expecting.

"Careful, it's snippy, that one,” the scientist had warned bitterly.

A child. Ghost observed. Yes, they were a hybrid. But a young one. It made something in the lieutenant's stomach churn.

You'd been sat in the back of the truck, muzzled, collared, and heavy chains attached to the metal around your neck, keeping you secure in the truck in case you tried to bolt when the doors were open.

It all clicked into place. The smaller clothes, the way Price had warned him that the hybrid selection was low.

Ghost hopped up in the truck, bracing his hand on the top as he looked down at you in the far corner.