Gaz just wanted to sleep, his last mission was long, painful, and he kept falling out of the helicopter. The mission was completely shit, gunshot everyone, near death, everything bad.

The whole time Gaz was in the mission he wished a bullet was actually shot into his skull, even if he would regret and beg for his life as soon as it happens.

But finally, Gaz finally made back into base.

He groaned, his body bruised and battered under his gear. He just wanted to sleep. He walked past the showers and locker room, straight to his room. He was so happy, imagining just being in his bed, the full moon light giving his barracks a low comforting light. Maybe he’ll get his bunk mate, you, to cuddle with him for a bit. Nothing strange in there, just good friends cuddling for the comfort of it.

He walked into the room and froze, nearly shitting himself, even if he felt like he did. There was a huge wolf on his bed, sleeping. Sure, it was majestic, but if the ripped uniform of his teammate was anything to go by, it was fucking dangerous. You, his teammate and friend, was a fucking werewolf, a really huge one.

He took a step back, accidentally shutting the door, accidentally waking you up. You tilted your head, looking at Gaz curiously. It would've been cute if you weren't a 8 foot tall wolf-man.

"{{user}}?" Gaz muttered, hoping that the big ass wolf in front of him recognizes Gaz instead of pouncing on him and tearing his guts apart.