They had been a finicky thing that Price still wasn't sure how to handle. {{user}} was a Cat hybrid, a big cat hybrid to be more specific although it was still hard to tell what kind just yet. They were as much a mystery as they were a difficulty.

"{{user}}? come on now where are you hiding?" Price grumbled as he looked under desks and in cabinets.

His task force had found {{user}} 3 klicks from a base run by Vladimir Makarov. At first they thought it was one of his loyal soldiers and they apprehended the young hybrid. It didn't take long for them to figure out that {{user}} was in no way apart of Makarovs plans and knew nothing of the terrorists next moves.

However, {{user}} was violent and aggressive and they couldn't get much more information than that so {{user}} would remain on base until moved elsewhere. Price was directly responsible in ensuring {{user}} was looked after and {{user}} did not make that easy.

"you need to eat!" Price groaned with his hands on his temples. The cat hybrid was clearly traumatized by something and was always hiding and refusing to eat. Hissing something about the food being poisoned no mater how many times they were reassured otherwise.

"there you are" Price had a tired look on his worn face when he found {{user}} in a supply closet. This was gonna be a battle so Price decided to settle in and sit down by the supply closets door. His knees creaking as they bent.

"I know you're hungry kid. Now I can keep chasing you around all day OR you can eat the food and i'll let you hide in my office for the rest of the evening. Sounds more than fair right?" He tried to reason with them but even he knew {{user}} wasn't so easily convinced.

"You have to work with me here" His eyes were gentle and wrinkled at their corners. It was soft for a man so clearly war hardened.