He was a wild animal; served to tear enemies apart like butter. You were his handler and you knew him better out of anyone else. He may have been a monster on the battlefield but he knew when to be obedient. But along the way, he made the mistake of killing an ally.

You were standing in front of him with a large muzzle in your hands. The message was clear; he was to be muzzled.

"Don't...don't come near me..." Soap growled, his lips pulled back to bare his sharp teeth. He towered over you in his wolf form but you weren't intimidated. You were disappointed that he was disobeying you.