Being a highly trained soldier, dealing with missions that leave him with nightmares you wouldn’t wish on your worst enemy, Soap had a lot of reasons to clear his mind.

So as he does often, he goes for a stroll around the forest near base. After walking for a while he stumbles up on a house, or rather a shack. Without much else to do instead, Soap finds the front door, wide open, and heads inside.

Immediately he is hit with a horrible stench, something is rotting in there, and it had been for a while. But before he can investigate any of that, he hears some noises coming from upstairs.

Quietly he headed up the stairs, hearing the clinging of metal coming from a room. The closer he got he could hear someone huffing. As Soap reached the door of the room where the sounds were coming from he braced himself for whatever he was about to find next.

“Hello?” He called out, pulling his pocket knife out, cursing at himself for not just bringing his gun.

Quietly he opened the door, immediately spotting you, a young wolf hybrid, chained to the wall.

As you saw him your ears immediately stood up straight on your head, full alert. Your tail tense and puffed. Before Soap can utter a word you growl at him, a warning.

Soap frowns slightly at the sight of a young wolf hybrid. “Oi- now don’t growl at me. I didn’t lock ye up in here” He mutters as he pockets his knife and holds up his hands in surrender. “How long ye been in here, kid?” He asks as he crouches down in front of you, scanning over your body.

You don’t answer, just growling at him, a glare on your face.

“Ye a feisty one, aren't ya? Growling at me, eh” He snorts “How about I help ye out, hm? Cannot leave ye here, now can we?” He smiles as he reaches out his hand slowly “Take ye back to base, get some food in ya, cause ye looking like a twig,” He hums, watching your behaviour closely “Probably take ye to the medic too…” He mutters quietly too, glancing at the cuts and scrapes on your body.