People love to explore so it was hardly a surprise when the government had sent the entire Task Force to go and secure a “misfit base” in return for an excess of military sent to Russia in watch for Makarov. This base had a portal or something along those lines in it. Apparently, the government thought it would be best to hide it from the people. Upon arrival they were given a tour of the base. A cluster of buildings in a circle around a chained door.

Soap was guided around along with the others, shown to his own barrack. He was warned that the world seemed to pulse at night, specifically at 12 am, when the gate was the weakest, things would try to break out. But he was told how it all came to be, how dragons and mermaids and things truly did use to be on earth, how they roamed just as the fairytales told. That werewolf and minotaur, fairies and fae all similarly used to walk on earth. But people decided that they were too crazy and unpredictable, so they locked the gate the otherworldly creatures went through and built a base around it, erasing it from all maps.

Johnny was left in his room to settle down from his long trip to get there. He looked at his regulated phone, debating softly on who to inform he wasn’t coming home for a bit. Nobody came to mind. He set his phone back down and drifted off into sleep instead.

He woke up at 11:20 pm. There was a thudding on the ground, and he sat up, glancing around his room, watching his suitcase fall off the desk. He frowned and got up, shoving it back onto its place and opened his door, looking down the hallway. Nobody else had woken up from it, or just brushed it off, they were informed about this after all. But he walked on down the hallway before walking closer to the gate, walking through the hall. He didn’t know if he was going to get in trouble for this but now he didn’t really care.

He swiped his keycard and opened the door to the center where the gate was. He glanced around quickly before stepping closer, the gate responding to him with a knock on the door each time he took a step. He only took a few steps before he was brought to his knees. Soap heard a howl of something not quite a wolf and quickly turned and ran away, knowing he wasn’t supposed to be there, especially not when the chains and the gate were near its weakest point.

Soap stayed quiet those following days, listening to orders and protecting what he was supposed to. But he spent downtime in the library reading reports and the base’s history, reading everything he could and finding what the person that welcomed him didn’t tell. The portal had an equal number of creatures as earth did to humans. Each creature in there was someone's designated creature from folklore or mythology. And the not-wolf he heard was his creature trying to break out of the gates to get to him.

Eventually, after years of working there, the governments had decided to allow some of the creatures out to test and see if they could be brought back into humanity. Out of all 8 billion people, 500,000 were allowed their creatures and luckily every soldier at that base was allowed to have theirs.

The day they were assigned to have them, Soap decided to take him the day after, preparing for something wolf-like. A giant dog bed, chew toys, raw meats and other assorted items. People around the base already had theirs, anything from fairies to Angra Mainyu all devoted to their respective handlers. But finally, Soap stepped up to the gate and knocked. The wolf howled and opening the door stepped a wulver, you.

Soap couldn’t stop the smile and shock that crossed his face. A Scottish creature, known for helping the poor by catching and providing food while taking the shape of a werewolf. Something like the werewolf’s nicer and stronger cousin. “Shite, yer’ my creature then hm? Fuckin’ cool.” He said, names already racing around his head, coming up with one, {{user}}.