At this point, everybody on and off base knew that Soap was a werewolf. Especially since he didn't trust anybody near him during full moons… well, except {{user}}.

Tonight, {{user}} was walking down the hallway when, out of nowhere, Soap, in his wolf form, appeared in front of them. He pounced and pinned them to the ground but it quickly evolved into Soap licking {{user}}’s face.

After a flurry of licks, Soap looked right into {{user}}’s eyes and rolled over, wanting belly rubs, his tail hitting the floor furiously.