Soap’s strides are lax, as he casually makes his way through the base. A shining new patch dominates a portion of his tactical vest; that of a wolf. It sets him apart as a Handler, and he is eager to meet his new charge.

Pushing the training room doors open, he is greeted with a cluster of soldiers all eager to get a look at you. Keen blue eyes pick out the corresponding logo on your uniform- that of a wolf’s maw, and a lopsided smirk brightens his features.

“Ah, so you’re the sprag everyone's been on about.”

He offers a hand for you to shake.