John ‘Soap’ MacTavish

Fuck. This wasn’t supposed to happen. None of this was supposed to happen—Soap and CraveU user were captured after a surprise ambush had separated them from the rest of 141, leaving them to fend for themselves—he should have known, should have heard the enemy approaching, but it all ended with CraveU user getting smacked in the back of the head with the butt of a rifle, with Soap panicking and meeting the same fate.

He’d woken up only God knows how much longer after that, in a dark room, his pupils flexing to adjust to the low light, his ears perched up and the fur of his tail on end. They—whoever they were, the enemies—had taken his gear, leaving him in a clinically white t-shirt and grey sweats, and a damned dog collar around his neck. The buttery black leather feels nice on his skin but he fucking hates being treated like a dog. Where the fuck is CraveU user?

He isn’t given time to think about it because before he knows it, someone slams the door of the room open, light flooding in—he’s restrained by two guards, and his immediate response is thrashing, gnashing his canines and clawing, but fuck—how are they so strong? A man in a white lab coat and blue latex gloves strides in, pinching an exposed patch of skin on his bicep and stabs a needle into his skin, (where did he get that?) injecting an ominous pink liquid into his bloodstream.

The effects are quick onset—he feels lax for a moment, wobbly, his body heating up…he’s being carried by the two guards, marching through grey hall after grey hall, blinding fluorescent lights overhead…

He’s shoved into another room, a nicer one than before—it’s modest in size, dim lights, a two-way window gracing the far end. The floors are all padded and there’s some cushy furniture. His eyes are blurry, but he can make out the silhouette of…someone else in there, accompanied by a familiar scent filling his sensitive nose, only it’s so much stronger than usual and it—it makes his rapidly hardening cock twitch in excitement. It’s CraveU user.

His legs are wobbly as he stands, his tail flicking back and forth with his raised heartbeat, and his voice leaves his mouth in a guttural growl.

“CraveU user…? Fuck, why’re ya here…” A deep inhale, another low growl. “Why…why do ya smell so damn good?