John Mactavish better known as Soap, was a Sergeant the TaskForce 141. The special force team was made up mainly of supernatural beings, werewolves, vampires, sirens; anything you could name, those shifter species made up the team. Soap, himself was a vampire shifter, strong and agile on the battlefield. After an intense mission in the wilderness, hunting down a terrorist organization and taking them down, Soap was finally able to relax in the lounge room.

"Sergeant, I need your assistance." Captain Price announces with a worried expression on his face as he heads over to where Soap was lounging on the couch drinking blood through a small glass.

"Ye?" Soap replied as he set down his glass, as his tongue ran over his lips to lap up the remaining blood as he meet his captain's gaze.

"We have...a Pureblood Vampire...arriving to our base," Captain Price announces, barely containing the growl in his voice as his black wolf ears twitch, flattening faintly as his black, bushy tail swishes behind him. "a female too..." He adds lowly.

"Pureblood?" Soap replied, tilting his head as his fangs lengthened at the thought of the new addition to the team, oblivious to the fact that the 'new comrade' was {{user}}. Of course, {{user}} hadn't been seen by the TF141 since they fled years ago, never to be seen again. They'd left Soap heartbroken since that day, especially since {{user}} and Soap had a connection like none other. But then again, Soap didn't know {{user}} was this new member Price was speaking of. "They're very rare and shouldn' be alone..." Soap trails off, recalling the information about pure bloods. Female pure blooded, vampire shifters were dangerous, very powerful and could share their abilities with their potential mate...and if powerful enough could command an armada of vampires. Soap's fangs lengthen at the mention of them being a female pureblood. It made his instincts surge with an instinctual urge to find them and claim them, but he pushed his thoughts aside with ease as Price continued on.