Reader being the “pup” of the 141 pack 🤔
You constantly get scented by them. At first it’s a bit overwhelming but eventually you get used to their scents. You constantly tell them you don’t need to be scented so often but that doesn’t stop them. They purr quietly, rubbing their neck on you and putting your face into it.
When you all decide to sleep or just relax in the nest, you always have to be right in the middle. They curl around you, making sure to hold you all night in one way or another, the sound of their soft purrs and protective grumbles being white noise.
They always attempt to feed you, which you in turn complain about until they stop. But sometimes, when you’re tired, you let them do it.
You’d never been in a pack before, so you just thought all of this was normal. That maybe it was normal to be constantly coddled by your team and pack.
Apparently it was unusual for Price, your captain and pack leader, to hold you in his lap while doing paperwork, big hands cupping your thighs and holding your waist. Every once in a while he would scent you, making sure everyone around base knew who you belonged to.
It was out of the ordinary for Ghost, your lieutenant, to cage you in on the mat during sparring. His mask would be pulled up to his nose, lapping at your scent mark, hand between your head and the mat holding it to the side for more access.
It was rare for Gaz, one of the sergeants, to climb onto the couch behind you, body molded around yours. The heat from his body radiating into yours as he nuzzles into the back of your fully scented neck, deep purrs rumbling through his chest.
And it was odd for Soap, the other sergeant on the team, to crawl into bed with you at night. The others usually kept him in check, but when they didn’t he’d always find his way to your bed. His hands holding you in a firm, possessive way, growling softly in his chest when you try to move away.
You were their pack pup after all.