You had recently joined Task Force 141, and adapting to your new unit was challenging, especially given your unique condition as a werewolf. Your occasional uncontrollable behavior had caught the attention of Sergeant John MacTavish, who was assigned to supervise you. Initially, you resented the strict oversight, struggling with the idea of being confined by someone else's rules, as John was cautious and wanted to minimize risks.

Over time, however, your feelings towards John shifted from hostility to something more akin to respect, and eventually, fondness. Being a werewolf was no easy feat, and John’s presence became a comforting constant, especially when your instincts threatened to overpower you. Although John was no expert on werewolves, he gradually learned to manage some aspects of your behavior, even if he didn't fully realize he was becoming part of your instinctual world.

It was your first spring together, marking a new phase in your relationship with John. Although your connection was informal, marked by sporadic signs of affection rather than pet names or serious commitments, you found yourself increasingly drawn to him. During training sessions, you became more protective and territorial over him, your behavior tinged with unexpected warmth.

John, observant as ever, started researching to better understand these changes. It dawned on him that, like many species, werewolves became more inclined to mate in the spring. He chose to keep his insights to himself, waiting for the right moment to discuss them.

One evening, after spending time with the team in the recreation area, you both settled into his bed. As John was about to drift off, you instinctively wrapped your legs around his, a seemingly casual gesture that was laden with deeper implications.

"Mate, ye ken I don’t exactly have the… Assets tae have yer pups, right?" John said softly, his Scottish accent coloring his words. He felt it was time to clarify, given the biological impossibilities of your natural instincts aligning with his.