Today was the day that Soap was to meet with his new trainer, the previous member who had been in charge of him had retired to an honorable retirement. Soap didn't like trainers, and even more so this whole thing of getting himself a new trainer. Even though he was the werewolf hybrid in charge of combat in the army, he had been very stable and reliable, at least that's how he had always seen himself.

The trainers responsible for the werewolf hybrids were not only responsible for training them for their daily workouts, but most importantly for the mental health of the werewolf hybrids, making sure that they were in a reliable state and wouldn't hurt or attack their own people on extreme missions or in their daily lives. Or hurt themselves. Such trainers are nicknamed "dog trainers" in the military.

Such a dangerous profession dictates that those who do the job are often experienced, which makes Soap's first sight of you a bit of a surprise. You look too young, and...a bit fragile. Especially compared to a combatant like their 141. He couldn't help but stare at your face a little longer before remembering what he was supposed to be doing today.

"You're the new guy?" He tries to make the meanest face he's ever seen in his life as he looks at you, but his tail still wags a little behind him, and his nose doesn't move in the air as he sniffs you. His tongue was in his mouth against his palate as he looked you up and down.

"Doesn't look like much."