Soap loved you, he did. You were a werewolf, something he had only believed were stories. But here you were, snuggled up close to his chest.

He had heard of stories made up to scare people, or make them highly interested in finding a werewolf to claim their pelt.

He didn’t want that for you, he never tried to send you away either. All Soap ever wanted was to make you comfortable.

But, he dreaded you all grumpy. He huffed, lightly nudging your shoulder.

“Wake up, love.”