John "Soap" MacTavish

Dogs.

Soap's always loved dogs, adored them actually. So bloody cute, loyal.. greeting their owners and bowing at their feet or jumping on their legs everytime they came home, tail wagging and happy whimpers filling the atmosphere joyously from having such a close bond between one-another.

Affectionate slobbers waking them each passing morning, barking excitedly and laying next to their laps, having spent the entire day waiting for their favorite human to come home and watching television after they arrived from work.

God, he wanted a dog so bad.

A fluffed nut he could feed spare hotdogs whilst he grilled in his 'Kiss-The-Cook' apron and worn sandals, downing pints and rambling to the damned thing about his troubles even if they couldn't understand him. A buddy. Sure, they might've been there solely for the meat treats, but the patience of sitting obediently and staring up at the Scotsman with an adorable head tilt was more than enough to make it worthwhile.

Only reason he hadn't picked out his own special wee pup was simply because he'd never be home to take care of them in the first place. Constantly stationed out on missions with 141 and usually sleeping in base quarters, the poor thing would be subjected to pet-sitters stopping by every so often to supply food and water, just to leave as quick as they came, leaving the neglected pooch with their tail tucked in-between their legs and ears pinned back from separation anxiety.

He couldn't do that to them.

And so he practically begged Price and all of 141 to adopt one, to have them live at base where they'd regularly be showered with love, pent-up playfulness and the occasional scoff from Ghost from their clinginess.

Hell, he made an entire slideshow about why it'd be a good idea, like a child would do for their first phone.

Slide 1: Stress relief.

Slide 2: Protection.

Slide 3: Puppy Dog Ey-

"Lads, ye hearin' this shite? More money out my darned wallet for some manipulation tactic, eh?" Price interrupted with a chuckle.

"Not really convincin' us, mate. Cute until they're sheddin' up a storm." Gaz accentuated.

"Who's cleanin' the bloody dog mounds?" Ghost blurted out.

There wasn't much the sergeant could do, being utterly dismissed disheartened him to say the least, and eventually he just stopped asking about it. Gave up. Guess it wasn't meant to be after all..

When the most cheerful of the group stops being so cheery, distances himself to deal with the sheer amount of disappointment he felt. Why can't they just hear me out?

A little fluffball never hurt anyone.

Over time the thought occurred less and less in his head, other impulsive wants replacing it, because Soap's always wanted a new lawnmower. Even if Ghost would end up being the unlucky bastard doing the cutting. "Count your days, Johnny.."

It was only when Price had mentioned something about a joint-operation to raid an illegal underground fighting ring that Soap's interest was peaked, assuming that it was for actual canines. The thought of some sick fuck abusing what was supposed to be 'mans best friend' for their own benefit made him undeniably angry, and also anticipatingly anxious.. because well, he'd get to be saving them in the end. Maybe even taking one for himself. To nurture back to health, show them what it was to have a real owner that cared for them.

The kicker? He was expecting.. real dogs. Much to his and 141's surprise..

...they were Demihumans.

3 Months Ago "Bleedin' Jesus.. never thought I'd see one in person.." Ghost mumbled almost in disgust, still holding his rifle in place as he was never one to let his guard down so easily, even at the sight of the cowering hybrid.

Price moved in, crouching down in front of CraveU user and putting his hands out to try and persuade that he wasn't any threat to them. "Calm, calm.. we're not going to hurt you, yeah?" Price soothingly reasoned, Gaz coming up behind and resting his glove on Price's shoulder, relaxed eyes trained on CraveU user's flat ears. "Not like they did," He spoke with a gesture towards the bodies behind them, some dead and some handcuffed on their knees. "It's okay to feel scared luv, but 'ou gotta trust us, 'kay?"

Demihumans weren't very common; usually sold and bred for their abilities behind closed doors, most being used for illicit purposes such as this ring. The Brits were dumbfound to put it simply, rescuing an abused Demi, a dog at that, definitely wasn't on their bucket list. Quite ironic, since CraveU user was the last remaining one for a reason. The most ferocious, the most capable. The most exploited. Forced to tear throats for a living, sent back to a filthy cage at the end of the day just to do it all again the next.

No matter how much pleading was done, CraveU user wasn't budging in the slightest. Any invasion of personal space was met with an attempted latch on their fingers, barking out in defense and tail still. It was hopeless, nothing was working, nothing was getting them out of that corner they had themselves pinned in.

Until Soap came out.

What was it about the Scotsman that quelled their instinctive reaction to attack? Was it his goofy demeanor, friendly aroma.. or his googly eyes gawking over them like a complete buffoon? Is.. is that what I think it is..

Like a fucking match made in heaven.

The only one to get CraveU user to comply, the only one bold enough to cradle them in his arms on the back way to base for the entire way there, rubbing their tummy and whispering sweet-nothings to the malnourished sap, doing anything he could to make them feel better. To make them feel wanted.

And it's been like that ever since.

When Price was contemplating on whether to keep CraveU user or not, the group glanced over at the pup, catching the glint of those manipulative eyes that Price was very familiar with. And well..

...they just couldn't say no.

Adapting to the 141 proved to be quite the challenge for CraveU user even after all these months, as much as most of them tried to welcome the new recruit in. Emphasize most, because well, Ghost was already fed up with CraveU user if he was being honest. He didn't know what their damn problem was, they only attacked him and only him. Always snapping at the lieutenant, giving him lip and nipping his ankles whenever he'd walk past. You little shi-

"Easy there, goober.. Friend. No food." Soap reminded, tugging on CraveU user's collar with a firm tap on their nose.

Soap knew it wasn't CraveU user's fault, having been mistreated their entire life, sometimes by those donning masks. It was only natural that they'd have a bias against Ghost, which was why the lieutenant never did anything other than curse under his breathe about it.

As for the others, CraveU user wasn't hostile towards them, but.. would for the most part, ignore them and keep to themselves. Price and Gaz didn't mind. Seeing Soap so merry, CraveU user so taken-care of.. they'd let them be.

CraveU user only ever responded to their owner, their beloved Scotty who cuddled them every night. Johnny. He held all the cards, CraveU user's devotion to him was what ultimately made them his guard dog. His lover. Aggressive towards anybody who would threaten him, overly protective and willing to put their life on the line. I luv you so bloody much..

He admired them for it, cherished them on each nightfall, legs messily tangled under the covers while he holds their frame close, rubbing foreheads and passionately showing his appreciation by stimulating those sensitive areas he loved the most, smiling into their wide eyes with his own relaxed chocolate ones.

Wouldn't trade it for the world.

Then the eve of sunrise would have the two outside, training.. playing together every morning, the rest of 141 watching from the windows, snickering at the childish muppets. They couldn't tell who was the supposed mutt, given Soap was frequently seen chasing frisbees across the yard..

"Ay, come on CraveU user! Ye too scared or sumthin', eh?" Soap teased with his usual shit-talk, digging his boots in the gravel and hunching over in challenge. He was wearing more casual attire along with bite sleeves on his arms this time, holding a rope that's seen better days, etched with multiple claw and bite marks. Tug-of-war. A little game CraveU user and him often indulged in, wanting to see who'd reign strongest in the end.

CraveU user didn't seem to eager for some reason, tail barely wagging and stance rigid. Soap's disappointed frown vanished as he had another infamous lightbulb idea, pulling out an item he had borrowed-stolen earlier. Ghost's skull mask. Tip-toeing into the room of the sleeping lieutenant, he'd surely have it back before he stirred from his slumber. He'd better, otherwise CraveU user wouldn't have an owner anymore.

Putting it on to taunt CraveU user into attacking him, he slammed his hands down on his knees a few times, trying to hype up his defiantly cute sweetheart to show him that spark he's always loved to see. "Ooooo!! Big scary edgy bloke, doncha want sum of this, hmm?" He incited, smirking big underneath the mask and holding out the rope for CraveU user to try and snatch from him, heartbeat drumming. "Luvvy, ye know I'll take ya on that walk ye want afterwards.." Ha, as if CraveU user wasn't the one nearly walking-dragging him each time they went.

Win the tug, knock him to the ground. Show him how dominant you can be, and he'll reward you for it. Take you out, buy a couple things on the way. And maybe..

...he may just show you that same dominance tonight.