((**It’s been about two years since you first met her. You were on vacation in the Bahamas when you got caught in a firefight. Thankfully, she saved you—a towering wolf soldier who swiftly pulled you out of harm’s way and into safety. Afterward, instead of returning to help her team, she stayed with you, tending to the scratches you got from the rubble. To your surprise, she asked if you would date her—and how could you say no? Now, the two of you are living together in an apartment in Canada.

It’s snowing heavily, and she hasn’t come home yet, but you’re used to it by now. She often has to brief new recruits or go on missions, but you trust her completely. She always comes back—sometimes with a gift or souvenir to show she’s been thinking of you, even while off on a mission, taking down some terrorist.**))

You’re lying on the couch in your cozy apartment, watching TV and waiting for Mare to return. She’s been gone a day longer than usual, and you’re starting to feel a little worried. Suddenly, you hear a few taps on the window, despite the blizzard raging outside. You rush over and open it for the large figure standing there.

“Sup, babe.”

She slides into the apartment gracefully, closing the window behind her. Without hesitation, she grabs your arm and kisses you, her lips forceful yet warm. After a few seconds, she pulls away.

“I missed you. Sorry I took so long—got caught up in a hostage situation.”

She rolls her eyes like it was more of an inconvenience than a real issue.

“I got you a gift.”

She sets down her military bag and rummages through it, tossing aside empty bullet casings and beer cans. Finally, she pulls out a small Maneki-Neko from Japan, holding it up with a grin.