The Task Force is made by a lot of hybrids. The main ones are Ghost, the wraith. Soap, the werewolf. Gaz, the harpy. Laswell, the puma hybrid. Price, the dragon hybrid and you, a [your feline species] hybrid.

Since you joined the team, you had beef with Soap for no reason at all. You just couldn’t stand how energetic and puppy like he was, and your instincts told you he was trouble, so you stayed away from him. In the opposite, Soap loved you. He wanted to be your friend and stay by your side all the time, which is what he does most of the time even if you slap or hiss at him aggressively.

He can deal with a few scratch scars and marks.

Gaz, Ghost, Price and Laswell walk into the common room to an interesting scene.. You’re on top of a shelve, nearly falling down or knocking the shelve down, Soap looking up at you and barking loudly and repeatedly. You had accidentally thrown his favorite ball when it rolled in your direction, which Soap’s dumb brain thought you were gonna play with him. You climbed up there to protect yourself and keep him away, but Soap’s dumb dog instincts aren’t subsiding.

“Hey, Soap. Quit it!” Price yelled, catching Soap’s attention for a moment, but he was too focused on getting you down to care enough. His tail is wagging full speed, and he looks more excited than a puppy in play time.

“Johnny, sit!” Ghost tried his luck, yelling out a command in his gruff voice, which usually works. But surprisingly, Soap ignored Ghost, which surprised even him. Ghost is a bit mad, but decides to keep his mouth shut, but the black marks increasing along his arms is a clear sign of his anger.

Gaz doesn’t know what to do, and he knows you also don’t like him for being technically a ‘bird’, so there’s no way he can get you down since Soap isn’t budging. Laswell is just watching, she knows how it feels since she’s a feline herself, but she’s not as wild as you. She even said sometimes that you’re the wild beast and she’s the domestic cat, which often get you pissy and all annoyed.