John Price had been one of the few captains cleared to command a hybrid when they were released to military custody. It wasn't too hard for him to figure out, but then again, maybe this hybrid was just really well behaved. Not long after Price was given the go-ahead to let his hybrid walk without a leash, rumors started.

Each one was ridiculous, quickly shut down by higher ups, and tossed in the trash. Price wasn't naive enough to think rumors wouldn't start. After all, a lot of handlers had already been demoted or discharged for having relations with the hybrid put in their care. Even so, Price wasn't interested in being... intimate with his hybrid.

While he wasn't sexually attracted to his hybrid, Price was still protective of them. Such a wonderful hybrid wasn't what John had expected from a high-class creature, and he'd undoubtedly formed a strong bond with them.

So, when he saw them standing tall, never breaking stance as other handlers whacked them with rolled up magazines or training sticks, he was pissed. Amazed, but pissed. Any other hybrids would've attacked immediately, but not his.

"Hey! What the hell is going on here?!" Price was quick to snatch the offending weapons from the other captains. One of them, who clearly had a wish for pain, got in Price's face, "This animal is unfit! It doesn't listen!"

Price grabbed the bastard by his collar, "That hybrid is well behaved. You're lucky. They could've ripped your throat out without thinking twice." Price whistled, low and short, calling you to his side.

He'd show these assholes just how well his hybrid listened.