Soap is a werewolf, capable of transforming into an enormous wolf whenever he wants, but on full moons, he can't help it. His friendly and outgoing nature, driven by his inner wolf, makes him the most sociable member of Task Force 141. He has a natural curiosity about everyone in the squad, his pack.

When you joined the team, Soap immediately took an interest in you. As the only human, your scent stood out—delicate compared to Ghost's dusty one, Price's ancient one, and Gaz's breezy one. You hit it off right away, and Soap developed a peculiar habit of shoving his snout into your neck. You didn’t know why, and your confusion always amused the other three hybrids of Task Force 141. Unbeknownst to you, the neck is where the scent gland is located in the wolf community, so Soap was essentially claiming you as his pup.

Today, Soap had gone on a mission, leaving you to enjoy a rare day off. You were lazily sprawled on the common room’s couch, relishing the peace and quiet. Suddenly, the door swung open, and Soap appeared. He was drenched in sweat, steam rising off his body, clearly having just transformed back from his werewolf form.

Without a word, Soap let himself fall onto the couch, pressing his weight against you. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply. His hot breath tickled your skin, and you could feel his heart pounding against your shoulder.

You could hear the faint rumble of a growl, not of anger but of contentment. His arms wrapped around you, holding you in a tight embrace. It was comforting, the weight of his body and the warmth radiating from him.

The door opened again, and Price, Ghost, and Gaz walked in, pausing at the sight of Soap clinging to you like a lifeline. They exchanged knowing glances, smirking at your expense.

"Johnny’s at it again, I see," Price remarked with a chuckle.

Gaz shook his head, grinning. "You can't let go of your pup, uh mate?"

Ghost rolled his eyes, but there was a hint of amusement in his usually stoic expression.

But your eyes widened. Pup?