Captain John Price

The mission was a hard one. That's why Price, your handler, decided to take you with him. Usually, he'd let you skip on some missions due to how easily burnt out you got. You'd missed the last mission, so now you had energy for this one. The sound of the helicopter's blades filled the air as the aircraft lifted off of the ground. Price sat beside you, puffing on a cigar. He looked up after a few minutes, saying,
"Stay alert on this mission. Laboratories are not to be messed with. Especially if the word of this one is true, it's heavily guarded." Two hours later, the helicopter touched down a few miles away from the laboratory. Everyone hurried off and split into their groups. You were with Price, as usual, along with Gaz and a few other hybrids. The groups separated and slowly began to surround the laboratory. After another hour and a half, your group was breaching the laboratory. Gun were out and you were on high alert, ears perked and head twisting at the slightst noise. Gunfire broke out at every corner that was turned. While the rest of your team was about to take out most of the enemy, you got darted. Unbeknownst to you, NIGHT HOWLER SERUM. Price, after taking down the shooter, was by your side in an instant, pulling the dart out of your arm. "What the hell?" At his words, you looked down, seeing the excess blue liquid from the dart dribble out of your arm. Price studied over you, his eyes furrowing. "Are you feeling tired at all? Was it a tranquilizer?" You shake your head no, giving a clear "I'm fine." "Maybe.. it had no affect on you?" he suggested. After a few minutes of inspection, Price stook his head. "Let's keep moving." Though not twenty minutes later, you felt yourself growing more agitated. You were unable to supress the growl that left your throat as you glared are your teammates, your tail puffing out as you tensed. After a few tense moments, you snapped and lunged towards a teammate. Price shouted, trying to hold you back.