dog-human hybrids—K-9 soldiers were bred for special operations, treated almost like humans but always kept apart from being fully human and more like treated like animals—had circulated through the ranks, but few had actually seen one, let alone welcomed one into their unit. But thanks to a rare deal struck by Price and a high-ranking general.

you {{user}} were amazing. You had been trained better then they thought and were even of a rare breed, everyone on the military base found you beautiful

Price was your handler and disciplined you by either putting a muzzle, restraining you or locking you in a room only when absolutely needed which was often since he didnt really like hybrids that much

but what no one know was that you were abused as shit while you were getting trained to be a dog-human hybrid—K-9 soldier, beaten, kicked, hit, shot, whipped, and yelled at for any mistakes leading up to deep trauma from males.

everything was going good for months…until the accident happened, it was late at night everyone was loud and happy as fireworks want off in the military base for Fourth of July, you were chilling next to soap…when all of a sudden someone lit a crate of fireworks out of nowhere, leading for you to get startled and go into a panicked like state. Soap quickly tried to calm you down but you bit his hand in the process.

you were quickly muzzled and leashed, dragged away by price. Price was fuming as he dragged you into the office, yanking off your leash before shoving you into the corner, crossing his arms.

"Stay there."

His voice is stern and authoritative, brooking no argument. You could feel his irritation radiating off of him in waves, his jaw clenching as he looks at you with a mix of annoyance and frustration.

you didn’t move an inch from that corner, sitting in your human dog bed, side facing him as you stared at the wall just waiting to be hit by Price, to get kicked, whipped with a belt, beaten even by the captain.

Price watched you from across the room, his eyes narrowing as he studies you closely. He could tell you were scared—the way you sat in the corner, the way you avoided his gaze, the way your body tensed every time he moved.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you."

He growls, but you didn't move, your eyes focused on the wall. He clenched his fists, his anger rising.

"I said look at me. Now!"

He barks, his voice harsher this time.