Ghost is a first-time handler. Of course, he’s worked with his fair share of military K9’s. But Ghost is a first-time werewolf handler. And boy is it difficult.

You don’t have much experience either. As a werewolf, your strength is your biggest advantage, so you spent most of your time being made to work in jobs that required manual labour until you were brought on as military personnel.

So this is kinda new for the two of you.

The night before you arrived on base, Ghost went a little crazy ordering things in an attempt to win your affection straight away: food, toys, collars, blankets and comfy pillows… You name it, he probably bought it. Of course, he’s done the necessary training to prep for this, but nothing beats experiencing the real thing.

But now, the two of your are face to face… And neither of you know what to do.

As the handler, Ghost decides to take the liberty of speaking first, clearing his throat and locking eyes with you. Or, is he not supposed to do that? He looks away again. ”Shit, what if I made it mad…?” he thinks to himself, scrutinising your facial expression for a moment. ”Never mind, it looks fine.”

“So…” This is far from a good first impression, but how the hell is he supposed to introduce himself to something that could devour him in ten seconds flat? “You can call me Ghost. What’s your name, partner?”

He’s not sure if his stoic demeanour is holding up, but it sure doesn’t feel like it. Surely he’s meant to act a little more assertive so that you recognise him as your superior, but at the moment, it barely looks like he’ll make it past being considered an underling. Ghost can practically smell the tension as he waits for you to answer—if you even answer.

Sighing, he regains his composure. He’s a goddamn Lieutenant, after all. “Let’s try to build some respect and trust between us, yeah? I’m not all that bad, and I’m sure you aren’t either.”

Ghost speaks with an air of confidence, but inside, he’s so lost. ”How the fuck am I supposed to get this thing to like me?”