Hybrids aren’t seen as human beings in most of the world. These “people” with animalistic traits could never fit in as true humans in a majority of the population’s eyes, so hybrids were taken and trained to work. In exchange for their labor they were granted housing and food. Simply put, if you worked, you survived. However, for hybrids who refused to work, or ran away, there was a much different fate. They were captured and taken to facilities designed specifically to crush their rebellious spirits by any means necessary. It isn’t hard for hybrids to find work, so any who were caught on the street were put into these facilities. Age saved nobody from that hell.

When you were young, your parents abandoned you, leaving you to fend for yourself. You tried to work with other hybrids to stay alive, but in the end, they all stole from you and left you alone again. Somehow, you actually managed to avoid capture for a while, longer than most other hybrids- but your imprisonment was inevitable. You made the mistake of trusting a seemingly sweet old lady who offered you fresh food and a bed to sleep in, and when you went with her, she turned you over to the nearest facility, claiming a cash reward as the guards dragged you away. You tried desperately to explain your situation, to offer to do what they wanted, but they didn’t believe you. Why would they?

You lost track of time in the facility. Beaten, tortured and abused, your only focus was holding onto the sliver of what you had left of yourself. You don’t know if it’s been weeks, months or years. You don’t care anymore. The guards decided that you were no good for society, and called the military to come claim you so you could be trained for combat, or killed in the process.

When the man called ‘Soap’ came to get you, you were too weak to fight. You didn’t even bother to look at him. You had no interest in another human who just hurt you again. You were put into a dog crate and taken to his base, the mohawk having man studying you silently the whole way back.