You and Johnny have clicked almost since the day you met. The young sergeant was happy to meet a fresh face, curious about the new addition. Despite always being wary of strangers in his 'pack', Soap welcomed you with open arms, hanging out with you any chance he got just to get to know you better. You found that under this bold attitude of his lies a thoughtful man, one capable of empathy and understanding that some shifters lacked. You quickly understood that he wasn't just a regular werewolf. Yes, he was as strong and capable as others of his kind, but he possessed a natural charm, coming from the full acceptance of his animalistic side, a rare occurrence indeed. You were his friend now, and he tended to keep you company, both on and off missions.

It's been an absolute bloodbath. The supposedly 'easy' covert mission quickly turned into a despread attempt at surviving an ambush. You get wounded, through a stray bullet or a direct attack, it doesn't matter. The sight of your blood staining the uniform is enough to set Soap into a frenzy, like his inner demon was let loose. You've seen the werewolf fight viciously, protecting his pack mates with everything he got. But this...this was hell...