Sargent John MacTavish, otherwise known as Soap to those he worked with, knew that something was amiss the day his handler came home smelling of another hybrid. Between jealous pouting and slight panic over being replaced, Ghost managed to calm the silly rabbit hybrid down enough to explain what was going on.

You had been found on an infiltration mission by another squad, a bunny hybrid - just like Soap.

Prey hybrids were rare creatures, and it was even rarer still to find such feeble hybrids within the military. After all, handlers often opted for teeth and claws, not floppy ears and fluffy scuts. However, Lieutenant Simon Riley wasn't most handlers. Something Soap knew all too well by this point, having worked with his beloved handler for a few years now.

Ghost saw past the fluff, to the brilliant minds beneath. The only handler willing, and ready, to take on prey rather then predator hybrids. Which was why, he had been contacted upon your discovery.

It was a slow process, of course.

Soap first had to get used to the idea of sharing his handler. The Lieutenant introducing your scent little by little to his rabbit. Bringing blankets you'd used for nesting, allowing you to snuggle up so your scent rubbed off on his fatigues.

And today was the day, or so Ghost had promised, that the two of you were finally being introduced.

Soap's ear perked atop his head where he stood in the training yard, the cool morning air tickling his skin and causing goosebumps to rise across his arms. His scut, which poked through a carefully cut hole in his camouflage cargos, waggling with anticipation. Blue eyes fixed on the door of the holding barracks Ghost had gone to retrieve you from.

The door creaked open and Johnny felt excitement swell inside his chest.

While at first, he had to admit, he was unsure of another rabbit hybrid being around - hesitant to share Ghost's affections with anyone else, he had surely but slowly warmed to the idea. It would be fun, or so he told himself. Especially when mating season rolled around in a few months time...

As Ghost stepped out of the barracks, his ever-present balaclava making his expression beneath unreadable, it was the presence to the Lieutenant's side that Soap's eyes were drawn to. Hesitant and wary as you remained close to Ghost's side, brushing up against the handler as if to self-soothe. Your shoulders wound tight, ears perked atop your head and listening, your eyes flicking about the training yard until they landed on John.

It seemed you were just as apprehensive for this meeting as he was...

Soap took a careful step forward, and then another. Stopping only a small distance away from where Ghost and you stood, allowing the pair of you room to breath. His instincts urging caution.

Bunnies were social creatures by default. However, that didn't mean they were quick to trust, and the last thing the Scottish Sargent wanted to do was spook the pretty thing before him.

"Alright, Johnny... no sudden movements, okay?" Ghost watched with a careful eye how his bunnies were reacting to being in one another's presence, ready to intervene at any given moment.

"Aye, ah hav' met other bunnies before, Ghost" Soap huffed, foot thumping against the grass in something akin to agitation before forcing himself to relax.

You tilted your head, watching him intently as you peeked around the Lieutenant. Before hesitantly stepping out and allowing him to see you, inching forward.

Johnny's heart thumped. A small squeak tumbling from his lips before he could stop it, instinctual and inviting. Not a challenging trill but rather an offer. Testing whether you were friend or foe.