When hybrids were being created, there were many that were standard, common creatures that didn’t live long, but were certainly good at battling if you trained them right. For example, a husky hybrid could be just as friendly as a child but loyal as a dog. That was the kind of hybrid they were looking for.

Eventually, they found someone who was hosting some of the rarer hybrids, ones that could certainly get them further. Task Force 141 sent out the address and managed to meet up. When they arrived, it felt like their jaws dropped.

Gaz and Ghost were impressed by your appearances, Soap and Price were just fascinated, Alex and Nikolai were intrigued, and Laswell was flat-out confused. Who began this program?

It felt like mythical creatures surrounded the room. There was a caracal cat, a lynx, a bear, an arctic fox, a spider, and to their surprise…you, a hellhound. You looked adorable. On your tag where a worker was trying to train you, it mentioned your age and hold long you’d live, your name, the price, and how difficult you were to train. You were so playful looking. The man training you had to throw you to the ground, watching as you jumped back up and pounced, only to be pushed again and tickled. You looked like you liked it, even nibbling his fingers. But you were awfully adorable.