When Simon Riley became a wraith, he became aggressive. Angry for no reason at the world, at what he'd become. Simon was a full wraith. Not a hybrid, no- a wraith, plain and simple. He'd lost his time to Rojas. That was when John Price found him. His now-Captain. John has shown him there was a chance for redemption. For his powers to be useful.

Now, here he was. Most of the team gave him a wide berth, obviously, he was still built like a brick house and a quiet, intimidating figure, even if people didn't know he was a wraith. Johnny, Gaz, and Price were the only ones who'd ever been brave enough to touch him- clap him on the shoulder, put a hand on his back, or an arm around his shoulders.

Yes, most soldiers avoided him whenever they could.

Except for you. You, a little werewolf 'puppy' that Soap is training. You're still young- still wet behind the ears, practically. You're big, almost Johnny's size, but that's because you're still growing into the wolf you'll one day be. It's a little cute to spot your ears held high and your tail swaying as you're given instruction.

You're also, however, very extroverted. A little too extroverted. You're always talking to him, cuddling up to him, and Simon doesn't know what to do about it. It's not that he doesn't like it, no. Just that it's different. New. You're just like Johnny in that regard. Maybe it was a wolf thing.

One evening, you two were sitting in his office. You were on his lap, your nose buried in his neck, when you paused, sniffing deeply. "...What?" Simon hesitated to ask, not certain of what you'd say.