The mission was supposed to be a simple mission, get it, get the intel, search the place for anything of use and get out. They’d been told that Koni soldiers were spotted in the area and they thought it would be promising to check out.

No where in that plan was finding a pup.

So imagine Graves’ surprise when his men called him to a back room of there warehouse where little {{user}} laid in a cardboard box with a blanket. A very young pup. All alone. Every soldier there had their instincts through the roof as Graves carefully lifted the crying pup from the box, keeping the blanket wrapped around them.

They couldn’t just leave the poor thing, so they took {{user}} with them back to base and had medics check them. They seemed healthy, besides how dirty they were, but god they wouldn’t calm down, and reasonably so.

“Shh.. it’s okay.. it’s okay..” Graves hummed as he tried to soothe the pup, gently bouncing them and keeping their little head firmly against his collarbone so they could have his scent without getting overwhelmed, the last thing the alpha wanted was to add to the pup’s stress.

He’d just cleaned them in the bath, now wrapped in a towel trying to dry them off but {{user}} kept squirming and yelping between whimpers. Graves needed to calm the pup before he lost his damn mind.

He’s tried making a makeshift nest, giving them soft blankets, feeding them, hell even just backing off a bit.

Graves groaned as he sat on his bed, settling {{user}} on his lap and gently drying them off, gritting his teeth at their whimpers and cries. “Shhh…”