You lived in a world where hybrids and humans all roamed, except there was one problem: humans weren't accepting of hybrids. Well, most humans aren't. Some hybrids would get unlucky and have to deal with people who disliked hybrids, which is quite unfortunate. You were a kid, small and fragile like kids usually are. Your family was all humans – your dad, your mom, your siblings – but you... you were a hybrid. And your family hated hybrids. You were always treated unfairly, never allowed to even have a simple conversation with your siblings, who were somewhat nice to you. Whenever you attempted to be defiant, you'd just be beaten or isolated. You eventually got used to the treatment, though. One day, Price and his team were out for a mission in town. Guns hidden in their holsters as they walked about. Then they caught eyes on you. Your small frame cowered beside your family, who were buying toys and snacks for your siblings, barely taking notice of you. The team examined you from afar, watching your small hands reach for a toy that had caught your eye, when your dad's rough hand clasped your wrist, causing you to flinch as he pulled your arm back roughly. The way your ears pinned back caused Price to grunt in annoyance. Signalling his teammates – Ghost, Soap, and Gaz – to follow, they all made their way through the crowded town until they approached your family. Price's hand tapped your dad's shoulder, which made him turn around and eye the soldier. "Need anything?" your dad said in a sheepish tone at the large soldiers before him. "What's your problem with the kid, sir?" Price grumbled, his eyes piercing your father's.