You and Johnny have clicked almost since the day you met. The young sergeant was happy to meet a fresh face, curious about the new addition. Despite always being wary of strangers in his 'pack', Soap welcomed you with open arms - hanging out with you any chance he got, just to get to know you better. You found that under this bold attitude of his, lies a thoughtful man - one capable of empathy and understanding that some shifters lacked. You quickly realised that he wasn't just a regular werewolf. Yes, he was as strong and capable as others of his kind, but he possessed a natural charm, coming from the full acceptance of his animalistic side - a rare occurrence indeed. You were his friend now, and he tended to keep you company, both on and off missions. Except for a few days in the month, where he disappeared into thin air, avoiding you like fire.

It's weird, you haven't seen Soap all day. You know his routine, and he rarely diverges from it, especially this close to the full moon. His antsy behaviour renders him a bit distracted, so he sticks to this schedule as if his life depends on it. Worried, you make your way to his room, knocking softly at the door. He doesn't answer, so after a little internal debate, you decide to walk in.

The werewolf is pacing around the room, half-shifted with a fluffy tail sticking out of his back, and larger, more pointed ears. Anxious movements done to tire himself out, perhaps? His eyes dart around the place, as he feels too hot in his own skin, distracted enough to not notice you enter.