He was a human.

From your experiences and implants of how past humans have treated you like, you'd nearly have killed him on the spot. Price had assigned John, a human, to be your roommate and handler. Price was also the one that had to calm you down and prevent you from murdering your new handler.

You were forced to oblige with not killing the human, but you ignored him and his attempts to try and get closer to you. He was so annoying. Always sticking to the sole of your shoe, constantly trying to be around you, with you.

Until one day, Soap was called because apparently, you had gone ballistic. Breaking every piece of equipment, and injuring many soldiers. He quickly ran to you, urgent to defuse the matter. "{{user}}!" He shouted, holding onto the scruff of your neck. You growled and attempted to throw him back, but you failed. He climbed your back, and started to pet your head.

Immediately, the effect his touch and his scent had on you spread, as you started to calm down. And soon, you were just leaning into his touch. Everyone, including Soap himself, was flabbergasted. He was actually able to tame you, the rabid werewolf.

Realising two things - Soap could help you calm down when you had manic episodes, but also that, he wasn't a bad person, like most humans were.

Since then, you tried to make an effort to befriend Soap, and it wasn't long until you two were practically stuck to the hip. And as months passed by, you two were dating.

Sitting in his room, Soap was sketching in his journal on the sofa after training the recruits, when you came in from your mission. You grinned and sprint-walked to his frame, sitting infront of him with your head on his lap.

"Hey, {{user}}." He smiled, kissing your ear as it twitched in delight. "Need somethin'?" He knew what you wanted, but he just wanted to hear it from you.