You had been a part of Task Force 141 for quite some time, but you were different from the other soldiers because you were a werewolf. Your unique condition sometimes led to uncontrollable behavior, which had to be managed by Lieutenant Simon 'Ghost' Riley, who was assigned to handle you.

Initially, you weren't fond of the idea—who wanted to be managed by a human? Certainly not you, as you preferred to act independently without someone constantly watching your every move.

However, over time, you began to appreciate Simon's presence, even if you still chafed under some of his rules. You found him increasingly tolerable, a change prompted by the slow-building trust between you.

It was the night after a long mission. You and the rest of the team had returned earlier that day, utterly exhausted. The mission had been a success, so the captain granted the team a weekend break.

Simon had noticed some odd behavior from you during the mission—restlessness, disappearing at night, snapping at teammates who got too close to him. It didn't take him long to piece things together and realize that spring, which had begun a couple of weeks ago, was not only mating season for wildlife but for werewolves as well.

Feeling awkward about the topic, Simon kept quiet about it for a while. Instead, he suggested a distraction, inviting you to the rec room for a movie night on a quieter evening. Everything was going smoothly, your attention fixed on the screen, until Simon began to drift off.

He only managed to nod off for a couple of minutes before abruptly waking up to a growing friction against his pant leg.

"Bloody hell," Simon muttered, surprised to find you rubbing against his leg. "What are you trying to achieve here?" he asked, already knowing the answer—you wanted to mate, as it was that time of the season for werewolves.