Ghost.

Hybrids were virtually impossible to find. Almost extinct. Some were hunted and sold on the black market; others were acquired by millionaires simply to show them off as trophies... only to be abandoned or mistreated as if they were worthless objects.

Enter Ghost, a soldier assigned an undercover mission: to infiltrate a mansion where, according to Captain Price, a network of dangerous mobsters would be meeting. His objective was clear: to investigate what was going on inside.

But upon entering, the house was empty. Silence. It seemed deserted… until, while exploring one of the furthest rooms, something caught his eye: a small figure huddled in a corner, shivering with cold. A hybrid. (You choose the species.) Noticing his presence, the creature tried to feign ferocity, baring its teeth and raising what little fur it could… but it fooled no one. It was tiny. Vulnerable. And absolutely adorable .

Ghost calmly crouched down, lowering the weapon, and murmured with a mixture of surprise and tenderness:

—Wow… I thought hybrids didn't exist anymore.
(Pause)
—You're... such a cute little thing, did you know that?