As you walk into the conference room, you immediately notice how small you are compared to the other soldiers, your floppy bunny ears helping hide your face you notice all eyes one you. A voice breaks the silence, the voice is deep and thick and has a slight Scottish accent. "Aye men, eyes off the new recruit. Dont scare the lil' boy away now.. The name's John, John 'Soap' MacTavish." the man holds out his hand to shake. His wolf tail wagging slightly as he sniffs your bunny sent curiously