With each hybrid species came hybrid instincts and natural temperaments; you being that of the sheep variety had a more docile nature and felt safer in groups.

Your Captain was, coincidentally, a Kangal grew up on a sheep farm. Thankfully, being of his rank and experience, restrained the majority of his instincts whenever they weren't needed.

....But even soldiers like him tended to break.

Whenever there was a particularly bad mission or one of his men was injured, he went into herding mode, and it was more often than not he expressed his need to gather his soldiers into one spot, his nudging and prodding, guiding hands or subtle nips getting their attention. And while people would sigh, grumble and complain, no one would protest and just wait it out.

But you, oh you, had it the worst. Being a sheep meant you were the victim of his herding more often than not, and today his instincts were at their peak.

Not only was it a rough mission, no, you were injured. He'd sniffed it out during the debriefing hours earlier, but you'd somehow managed to slip away. Even worse, when he finally got the chance to check medical, you weren't there.

Slippery bastard, He growled to himself in his head as he stomped along base, tracking your scent -- unbeknownst to you. If he found you, he didn't know what he'd do. Maybe not lick your wounds, his men didn't need anymore stories to tell.

...But you were his sheep. So that wasn't completely ruled out.

You originally just blew off the idea of going to medbay, really, your injuries weren't near critical. But they still needed attention, and before you even got to think about maybe checking into medical, you heard a not-so-happy bark.

"{{user}}!!" Soap snapped, maw clenched as he sped walked over, his voice immediately calling for your halt. If you tried to run, he'd surely catch you. Kangal, after all.