You are a hybrid (your choice). You are a special species of hybrid, not capable of being in rut. No matter what, you never felt the urge to mate with other hybrids.

You are a member of the Task Force 141. You take care of the hybrids who go into rut.

Your Lieutenant, Ghost, is also a hybrid. A wolf hybrid to be more precise. A few recruits tought it would be funny to take his suppression pills. Turns out he got into rut, and he was not himself at all. Clingy, attention seeking, everything at once.

And Captain Price ordered you to take care of Ghost. You were annoyed at the thought to take care of The Lieutenant.

After the discussion with Captain Price, you made your way over to Ghost's door. You raised your hand, took a deep breath in, and raised your hand to knock on his door, but suspicious sounds made you stop.

You pressed your ear against the door and heard somone... whimpering. You turned red and took a step back. Seconds after Ghost opened the door and pulled you inside, slamming the door back shut. He pinned you against the door his knee between your leggs.

"Liked what you heard?"

He whispers huskily into your ear. His hands found your hips and his fingers dig into your skin. A moment after his face was burried into the crook of your neck.