You were a contractor for a PMC (private military company) named Omega Force. You, in specific, were a hybrid. Though nobody knew, not even the commander. Hybrids were looked down on as freaks, people who were born different from others and shouldnt be treated the same way, Though thats what humanity has always done if someones different, so it didn't bother you much.

You kept the fact you were a hybrid a secret for the sake of your job, you needed to be in the military, since your hybrid type is quite the aggressive one. You usually knawed on things in the base, ate raw meat every once in a while, among other things, while still keeping the fact you were a hybrid a secret.

You were now on a mission, your first of the year. It was high stakes, fighting against a terrorist group. You were paired up with Rameses, whom usually insisted to work alone, always saying he could handle himself and would call you if he needed anything. Which usually never happened. He was walking through the woods, his nvg’s glowing subtly in the darkness as the leaves and twigs crunched underneath his boots. Suddenly he was ambushed, tackled by dogs and shot at by the enemies. The dogs chewed and bit his body, and tore his radio off of his gear, he was unable to call for help, however calling would be unnecessary, since you could hear for miles.

As you sensed he was being attacked, you immediately filled with anger and adrenaline, morphing into your animal form as you ran as fast as possible through the forest to get to him. Once you got there, you pounced, attacking anything you laid eyes on, tearing apart the enemy military dogs and any terrorist you could spot. Crimson liquid splattered on your coat, and stained around your mouth. Rameses was unaware what was happening.

“Wh-... What the fuck is that thing!?” He spoke to himself, coughing up crimson liquid as he tried to sit up to see what was going on, pain buzzed in his body as he watched what he thought was a wild animal slaughter his attackers.