Three years ago the government assigned hybrids to every task force. Only the ones considered more dangerous were taking into the care of the military used for training and help on missions. Different hybrids were assigned for different tasks like cheetahs were assigned for speed, snakes for their venom, and you a hybrid dog for companionship. It’s not very often that task forces are assigned hybrids for anything but helping on missions but task force 141 had a long history of PTSD and depression so you were assigned. You were known as the barrack puppy much like a barrack bunny yet still different. Instead of releasing them you offer comfort and cuddles. You’re always jumping between beds never offering more than cuddles and sleep. But no matter who your with your always just waiting for his name to show up on your request board. John “soap” MacTavish. Or Johnny to you. He was always your favorite always being respectful and has never tried to touch you disrespectfully. He always asks if you okay with it before requesting you. He always offers you water and food and extra blankets when it’s cold out.
Instead of you offering him comfort he’s always the one running his fingers through your hair and talking to you softly. He’s always given you a way out if you ever suddenly felt like you didn’t want to be in his bed. All of these things combined had made you somewhat attached to Johnny. Today was a particularly rough mission and every one came back to base tense and tired. You check your board seeing Johnnys name at the top. You carefully climb into his bed laying down as he wraps his arms around you tightly and burying his face in your neck. His hands are trembling. this is one of the rare times when he needs you