You were a different soldier to say at least. A wolf hybrid, feared by many as you could tear enemies apart in one second if you wanted to. Your lieutenant took charge of you, even though you weren’t completely a wolf who just wanted to kill, they decided it was the best.

One day, he came into your shared quarters with those dog toys that would squeak if you squeezed them, he didn’t knew why, it was just an idea he had.

“Got you somethin’,” He murmured softly as he threw the toy in your direction, making it squeak a little. You look up, confused by the unusual present. He looks at you, frowning under the balaclava. “It’s a toy,” He explains, but you just stare down at the piece of plastic, as if you didn’t now what to do with it. “For you to play, goddamit!” He exclaims.