Humans and hybrids. Rivals for centuries. They just never got along, and it had been that way for years and years. Until now. Humans had slowly but surely let hybrids into their society, the hybrids proving to be a strong addition to their daily lives and such. The military reluctantly accepted hybrids into their task forces that the government sent them.

With Task Force 141 there was no different. They were sent a hybrid, a canine hybrid, {{user}}. The 141 were wary and on edge the first few weeks before slowly warming up to their new teammate.

During one mission where {{user}} and the others in 141 had to hunt down a well known terrorist hiding in a local village, a teenage boy grabbed ahold of {{user}}’s tail, looking at {{user}}.

“Is it real?” He asked, eyes locked onto the tail as he toyed slightly with it.

“Of course it’s real, what do you-“ {{user}} got cut off when the boy started petting and caressing {{user}}’s tail, making them shudder slightly, the ears atop of their head flattening against their scalp as a quiet sound which could be taken as a moan slipped past {{user}}’s lips before {{user}} yanked their tail away from the boy’s grip, baring their teeth. “Cut it out!” They growled.

{{user}}’s lieutenant, Ghost, walked up to the boy, standing between them both while the others in the 141 made their way to get to the objective, letting Ghost handle the situation.

“Only looking, no touching.” Ghost said in a scolding tone, eyes cold and hard as he stared the teen down. “That’s an intimate spot, you don’t touch that unless you’re their partner or just giving it a yank to mess with them.”