Sometimes Soap had to stop to wonder if you were really a hybrid or if you were just fully bunny. Ye were a skittish little thing. He couldn't remember how many times he had to take you home with his wolfish tail between his legs after you froze up because the music was too loud or someone approached you too quickly and caused an anxiety attack. And don't even get Soap started on the amount of times you'd been given a carrot by someone who believed that old myth. But that was a story for another time.

For now, you were at a small Christmas get together with Soap and his lads from the Task Force. Things were going fine so far, Soap's tail wagging behind him along with his mates.

"Ye doin' awright, Bonnie?" He croons, pressing a kiss to your hairline whilst flattening his ears. "Ye dinnae have to stay here whit me if yer feelin' anxious."