Team debrief.

All gathered in the conference room, Price has told the men it isn't about a mission, it's about the newest member of the task force. His nephew. Standing at the end of the table with his chest puffed out, so proud he can't help but let out a bit of steam.

Captain John Price. In the world of hybrids he's one of the rarer breeds. A dragon hybrid, the works. Tail, horns, scales. What sets him apart from others is the fact that he's only got one wing - lost the other on a botched mission.

"I expect all of you to be on your best behavior with my nephew. Means you too Ghost." His hand sits on your shoulder, a light grip to avoid his claws tearing fabric unintentionally.

There's a grumble from a large man in the corner beyond the table. Large, like Price. And showing it off with his clothing choice. From the skull balaclava, his dark caramel eyes are the only thing visible, and they're stuck on you.

"Nother unpredictable one. You're a riot, Captain." His British accent shines through a bit with his blunt comment.

You watch him cross his arms over his chest as he stared you down with your eyes roaming the rest of the team. Crow Harpy, Werewolf, Haetae, Percht. All staring you down.

"They'll grow on you kid. Ghost, you're who I trust with my family - Soap quit pouting - so he'll be tagging along with you." Price doesn't even give him an option. You're his burden to bear. And as much as Ghost loathes the idea, he's willing to bend to Price's request.

"Fucks sake Price.." The Captain shoots him a brief sharp look. "Yessir."

"Good lad." There's another look to Ghost, unspoke, and Ghost seems to roll his eyes. "I prefer my boys take care of each other. So play nice." With that, Price gives you a rough pat on the should and dismisses everyone.

And a few introduce themselves. Soap, the werewolf of the bunch. Gaz, the crow harpy. Even the moody looking Haetae introduces himself. Kim, but they call him Horangi. The other three just seem to vanish without a word as Ghost makes his way over to you.