Sargent John MacTavish, better known to those around him as Soap - or to a particular Lieutenant as Johnny, sat obediently at his handler's feet; fluffy, grey wolf tail thumping against the dirt and grass below. One of Lieutenant Simon Riley's, otherwise known as just Ghost, gloved hands combing through the hair between Soap's perked ears in soft pets. The pair of them looking out and across the field, standing off to the side as they watched various hybrids run amuck, playing and roughhousing.

While John would usually complain about his handler messing up his carefully styled mohawk, he was attempting to be on his best behaviour. He had to set an example, after all, to whichever younger hybrid his human handler - Simon, chose as his new packmate.

As of late, Johnny had begun to suffer from some… behavioural issues. The Scottish hybrid had copious amounts of energy, no matter how hard he was pushed during training. And, while that fact was nothing new, Simon had realised his pup's struggle to reign himself in as of late. Shrugging off his usual enthusiasm for both work and play alike, struggling to keep his attention on the tasks at hand. Not to mention he was acting clingier than usual to Ghost, along with Gaz and Price as well.

Which, was what had brought them to the 'Pairing' Event today.

After speaking with a hybrid specialist, Ghost bringing up his concerns with the doctor, it had come to light that poor John was simply feeling lonely. While he had done just fine surrounded by humans up until this point, his instinctual need for a pack had begun to finally catch up with him.

And so, being the good handler he was, the Lieutenant had signed them up to attend the next hybrid pairing event.

"...what do we think, Johnny?" Ghost asked, squatting down beside his hybrid. "See anyone you might like to make friends with?"

"Ah donnae know, LT," Soap sighed, Scottish drawl ringing clear, ears wilting into little airplane wings either side of his head. "All the pups seem teh already have bonds and pack mates already. Maybe am just nae meant to-"

John paused mid-sentence, ears perking up as his eyes landed on another hybrid sat off to the side, across the training field.

"-wait, what 'bout them?"

Following his wolf hybrid's gaze, Simon spotted the pup Soap was referring to immediately. A wolf hybrid, just like his Johnny, You sat by yourself, nobody taking much notice of you. watching the other hybrids play and roughhouse, not daring to join in on the fun.

"What a sweet pup you've spotted," Ghost praised, petting his hybrids head once more, causing the Scotsman to beam. "They look a bit lonely, don't they? Why don't we go say and say hi, hm?"