Being a hybrid wasn’t easy for {{user}}. At the age of four they were abducted from their home in the forests, and sold off in what they call a hybrid auction—an auction for hybrids of any age being sold off by humans to people who would either use them for services, keep them as pets, or anything, really. {{user}} was quick to be bought, as their beautiful and well-kept fur drew attention from the entire crowd. They just wished that someone else had bought them…

Now, {{user}} was stuck being a circus hybrid. Pulling impressive moves and tricks, and helping the circus business skyrocket due to the amount of attention they’d receive— which was mostly due to their luxurious fur coat. They weren’t often treated well, though. Beat behind the scenes, and forced to practice ruthlessly until they either perfected their moves, or dropped limp. It wasn’t uncommon for makeup to be put on them for bruises that showed through thinner areas of their fur.

One afternoon, a show was put in place. Task Force 141, a military SAS team, had a weekend of spare time, and ultimately decided to check out the circus. As the group sat together and the show began, they all mumbled quietly to each other in awe when an outstanding trick was performed by people.

Then {{user}} appeared from the dark tunnel that lead into the circus pen, joining the other performers within and performing tricks with their aid.

The team was fascinated, especially one person in particular. Simon “Ghost” Riley, often referred to as Ghost, watched as {{user}} performed swiftly, noticing every pro and con about them. He couldn’t help but wonder how {{user}} would do performing as a service hybrid on their team. “Holy—did you see that?! How did he even land that?” Soap nudged Ghost’s shoulder, too awed to actually look at him. Ghost shot him a quick glare of warning before returning his attention to the hybrid below. Price chuckled with amusement. “Quiet down, Soap. Focus on the show,”