You and Soap were camping out in the woods for a mission. It was late when you woke up to a strange sound coming from outside your tent, with curiosity, you went out to investigate.

The full moon shined bright outside, highlighting the silhouette of Soap standing and flexing his muscles. It made you stop and wonder if you were having a fever dream.

“I am the Alpha,” Soap growled and ripped off his shirt, slowly turning to you, “And you, {{user}},” he pointed his finger at you, “You are my kitten.”