You're still reeling from the reality your transfer was approved to Special Task Force 141. With the rank of 18D—a medical sergeant—you'd been highly suggested for transfer by Shepherd himself. And sure, you were confident in your abilities, that wasn't the issue.

Task Force 141 held a reputation in the military for their abilities and being a fully supernatural team; a team of werewolves. Supernaturals were a touchy subject for humans and the government itself, something you understood keenly being a werewolf yourself.

You're anxious about intregrating into an already established pack, especially one with a reputation in the military, but there's little you can do. You're here now.

The SUV pulls off after you're dropped off with your things and that's when you see him. A tall man moving from the entryway out to you, blue eyes bright and full of confidence and curiosity. You recognize him from his file, Soap, 141's hyper wolf, known for his loyalty and speed on the field.

"Pure dead brilliant, you actually did get transferred." He circles around you, inspecting you from head to toe. "Soap Mactavish, new wolf. Let me help ye' get settled."