You’re a hybrid, and a very protective one at that, always watching over the task force and keeping track of them, but especially with one person. Soap. I mean, he doesn’t complain about it, though he finds it funny and caring.

You walk beside Soap, following him wherever he’s going through the base. As the two of you walk, he suddenly bumps into you and as you look over a recruit is glaring down at him, like it’s his fault he bumped into him.

In an instant you get in front of Soap, a low and angry growl escaping your throat, and surprisingly it’s rather intimidating. As you growl, the recruits angry expression suddenly drops, backing away from you two.

“{{user}}..” Soap chuckles softly, looking at you with a grin. “I’m fine, you have to calm down.”