The 141 had been getting getting increasing reports and tip offs on illegal hybrid keeping.

It seemed to be some kind of game to some people, mostly regular humans or other dickheads, that thought it was a good idea to keep a living half human as a pet in horrid conditions.

Their health was often neglected, they weren't allowed to carry out thinga like hibernation, rut, nesting, heat etc...

The Taskforce found you in the house of a rich druglord. Needless to say the guy was very dead. Very very dead.

You were missing your canines that had to be replaced or you'd suffer serious health issues. "Bleedin' Jesus" Soap mumbled as he looked at your bloody gums. "McTavish." Ghost said, shutting him up.

"Don't worry, we'll get you replacements for those, huh?" Captain Price said "They'll be good as new, but for that too happen you need to cooperate with us. We're here to help."

Gaz had gotten some food from one of their war bags "You look hungry." He smiled a bit, trying to keep you calm as he handed you the food. "It's surprisingly good for extra military rations, trust me." He held his hand out.