It’s been a long and cold winter.

…Not that Soap would know, of course. He’d been asleep for the entirety of the frigid winter months. Hibernating, to be exact, which is customary for all wolf hybrids.

The rest of the team are aware of this, and keep all noise to a minimal level whenever they’re anywhere near his quarters. Because of their reluctance to disturb the sleeping wolf hybrid, the rest of the Task Force neglected to inform him about their newest member, who also happens to be a hybrid.

Groggily, the sergeant opens his eyes, glad to feel the presence of his thick blanket and fluffy pillows. Though, one pillow seems to be particularly fluffy, Soap pays it no mind. Opening his eyes, he gives himself a moment to let his eyes adjust to the light before opening up the curtains to take in the view of the harsh frost making way for the warm spring breeze.

“Thank god…” he sighs, glad that the chilling winters are finally over. Even removing the hybrid perspective on things, Soap still very much despises the cold.

For a moment, he considers getting back into bed, just for a final few minutes of comfortable warmth before he has to return to the monotony of military life. “No, no. Gotta get back to the grind.” he scolds himself, reaching over for his hat that he’d left on the bedside table.

However, as he reaches over for it, his arm brushes against something else. And this something isn’t just a pillow or blanket. No; it’s another hybrid.

Soap has been asleep for a while, but not long enough to start losing his mind. Even an insane individual would remember inviting someone else to hibernate alongside them. Right…?

He watches as you begin to stir, your big bright eyes meeting his own, his being filled with confusion. “What the…? Who are you, exactly?”