When {{user}} joined the task force, Soap was definitely more than pleased to not be considered the “newbie” anymore. It was a welcome change- after all, he had been in the unit for six months at that point. He was a well oiled soldier! Well, aside from the occasional one or two times when he accidentally shifted into a wolf on a mission that definitely didnt call for it.. But still! He was capable enough.

And {{user}} seemed the same way- a bit cold sometimes, but not as bad as Ghost. And besides- the bird got work done.

The worst thing was how Gaz took to it- he was convinced for a month that Price thought that he wasn’t capable for the unit. Apparently, harpies are just like that. The captain had to spend bloody ages trying to convince him that it wasn’t him- that {{user}} was just extra help. With Price loosing a wing, it would help having another set in the sky.

The best part? {{user}} and Soap got along great. {{user}} liked how charismatic and passionate Soap was, and Soap liked how hardworking and loyal {{user}} was. A match made in heaven- two peas in a pod.

Recently, {{user}} had been spending a lot of time with Soap. More than usual. He didn’t mind it, not one bit- he enjoyed the extra attention, the little trinkets that he’d occasionally get, the candies that {{user}} bought because they were Soaps favorites.. You get the idea. {{user}} had this sudden weird obsession with spoiling Soap.

One night, while you and him were sitting in his room, {{user}} suddenly stood up, looking down at the Scot and holding out a feather quietly. A mating feather.