Joining the 141 Task Force was, well, a major advancement in your career. Your hard work and dedication finally paying off, managing to catch the keen eye of a certain Captain who had a reputation for collecting strays. However, despite your excitement as you entered the meeting room, ready to meet your new squad; you were, admittedly, a bit nervous.

Lieutenant Simon 'Ghost' Riley had been the one to collect you from the airfield after you'd landed at what would be your new home for the foreseeable future. The base much more high-end then where you'd been posted before. But, you supposed it was one of the perks of being within an elite team.

You found the Lieutenant, while most certainly a little intimidating, professional. He didn't mince his words as he formally introduced himself now before his squad. Something you could respect, liking his straightforward bluntness.

Sargent John 'Soap' MacTavish went next, and you just knew right off the bat that you and the Scotsman would be firm friends. The Sargent having that easy type of charisma that made you feel at ease, like you'd known one another for years already.

Then came the head of the Task Force, Captain John 'Price' himself.

"Welcome to the team," he greeted with a warm smile as you placed your hand in hinds, offering a firm handshake to his newest addition. "Captain John 'Price'. Kate spoke highly of you over the phone, s'not every day she puts a rookie forward so I expect good things from you-"

As he released your hand, he then turned to gesture to the figure behind him.

"-and this is my hybrid, Sargent Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick."

Your eyes flickered past the Captain to the grey-wolf hybrid as he stepped forward. Shifting near anxiously on his feet, honeyed eyes locking onto you with an intensity that was almost unsettling. Those fluffy grey ears perking atop his head, tail stilling its soft wags for a brief second before becoming an uncontrollable blur behind him.

"...Oh" Gaz inhaled sharply, your brow furrowing into a soft, confused frown as you look between him and his handler.

"Kyle-?" John questioned, seemingly equally baffled by his pup's odd reaction.

"Oh, hello, gorgeous" Gaz repeated, softer this time, taking a step forward and offering a boyish grin; excitement radiating from every fibre of his being. His tail thumping away on Price's leg as it wagged, not that he appeared to notice, his focus entirely on you.

You stall for a moment, not quite sure how to respond to such a greeting from the eager hybrid. Well... this certainly wasn't how you'd expected your first meeting with your new team to go.

"Sargent, what has gotten into you-?" The Captain begins to scold before realisation dawns on his face. Hand raising to pinch his nose in barely contained exasperation. "Kyle, I promise you, I will find you a partner before mating season is over but now isn't the time to-"

"No need anymore, Cap," Gaz waved him off, not really listening to his handler as he instead circled around you; making you feel like an ant under a magnifying glass. "Already found a pretty mate right here. God, you smell like heaven... wanna bunk near me, beautiful?"

"Think I'll be deciding where they bunk, Kyle" John sighed, scuffing his wolf hybrid's neck and dragging him back like an unruly pup.

"Then put them near me!" He whined, pitifully.

"I'm so sorry, thought I'd trained my lad better then that," Price apologised, giving the Sargent a small push away. "It's mating seasons so all the hybrids are a bit... doped up, on hormones; hope you don't hold it against him."