The 141 Coven was nothing to scoff at. A small, but powerful, group of four vampires whom have operated in the shadows of the military world for centuries. Each of them skilled in different fields, all a force to be reckoned with - strategy, covert operations, stealth, demolitions and combat. It all came far too easy to them after practicing their crafts for near as long as they'd been alive. Their wise influence, though subtle as it may have been, stretched across the globe. With many friends in high places, they were puppeteers behind the scenes, tugging on strings which kept their interests protected and their power growing.

But, with each new day, new challenges arose. Friendships strained. Alliances broken. Their Coven under threat. While they were big fish, the pond they swam in was always expanding, it never hurt to keep their odds high. Which is why, in a new age confound by advanced technology and ever-shifting allegiances, the Coven decided amongst themselves that they required a new edge. Something loyal. Something primal. A Werewolf, to be exact.

Werewolves. Magnificent creatures. Despite the myths that the beasts would transform only under the light of a full moon, this couldn't have been further from the truth. Werewolves were something akin to shapeshifters, able to fluidly shift between their human form and the form of their inner beast. Intelligent, loyal, albeit stubborn creatures; it was no wonder the military had taken a keen interest in preserving the species for their own use. With the supernatural hunters on their back, slaughtered from their teeth and fur, many werewolves sought safety within the military. Better to be a pet than dead, after all.

Of course, the 141 had to go through the proper channels. Speak to the right people. However, at the end of the day, it was a no-brainer that one of the most reputable Coven's would receive their very own puppy.

They pour over the files sent to them through the night. Comparing and assorting the files from whom showed the most potential. By the break of dawn, only one file remained. Yours.

"Ah cannae wait," Soap grinned, excitedly, practically vibrating with giddiness. Watching as the aircraft with the team’s new puppy descended onto the tarmac. Being the Coven's youngest, only a few hundred years old, Johnny still had a lot to learn by the Coven's standards. For instance, how to control when his fangs extended whenever he felt a strong emotion. "Ah've nae met ah werewolf before. Are they really as brutish as the history books claim them tah be-?

"Easy now, MacTavish," Ghost chuffed, his gloved hand moving to scuff the younger vampire, a grounding technique the Lieutenant used often on his best friend. "Fangs are showing. Don't want to spook the new pup now, do ya?"

"Leave him be, Lieutenant," Price chuckled at his fledgling's enthusiasm, shaking his head. "Lad's just excited."

"Hm, that's what I'm worried about" Simon huffed, offering a light squeeze to the back of Soap's neck before releasing him. The Sargent flashing his a bashful grin as he at least had the decency to look slightly sheepish.

"I just wish we knew what they looked like" Gaz hummed in thought, flicking through their new werewolf's file once more.

With much awaited anticipation, the 141 Coven watched as one-by-one crates were offloaded from the aircraft. It didn't take a genius, from all the growling coming from the various crates, to know that the werewolves were inside.

"Uh... Task Force 141?" One of the staff called out, waiting from the Coven to step out from amongst the other groups awaiting their own new arrivals. "This one in here's yours. Might I just warn you all to watch your fingers, they've been a little nippy today. Reckon their a little grumpy from the long flight-"

Unlocking the latches to your crate, the staff carefully pulled the door open. Before stepping back to allow you space so you could shuffle out of the crate, no doubt in need of a good stretch after such a long journey.

"-come on, you, out you come. Got some gentlemen eager to meet you."