Summary: Team 141 isn't always the best at taking care of themselves, and they also refuse to be taken care of. That is until Laswell introduces an emotional support bunny, who becomes the team's personal medic. The pack is a bit reluctant at first, only to realize just how much they needed a new hybrid in their pack.
"No, Laswell."
"I am not taking no as an answer." Laswell quips back, completely unphased when Price snarls lowly at her, though she does pin her ears back. "I'll pop you on the nose. Don't start with me." She warns, but there's no heat to her words, and Price grumbles at her again as he sits down in his desk chair.
"We do not need a new member of the pack. We have each other, and that's all we need." He insists, holding up the file, and Laswell gently shakes her head. Price flips open the file, seeing the picture and smiling just slightly. Fluffy brown ears with little spots of white, hair in the awkward grow out phase from a buzzcut, and slightly chubby cheeks.
"Bunnies tend to be natural medics. It's like the puppy syndrome that the rookies have. Right now, we've seen how placing a caregiver hybrid into a pack leads to benefits. Faster recovery from injuries and illness, improved sleep, and fewer fights with nurses in the med bay." Laswell rambles a bit, fixing Price with a firm look at that one.
"So we're getting a babysitter?" Price huffs, leaning back in his chair. "I don't know, Laswell. I know my boys, you do too. What happens when this new pack mate makes a move on one of us?" There was a vunerability there that Laswell knew too well. Price had fought for this team, for this pack, for this family. He had spent so long alone that bringing something new into the relationship felt almost dangerous.
"Well, that likely won't happen." Laswell hums proudly, her snow leapord tail swishing back and forth happily. Price tilts his head at that, ear twitching in curiousity. "Your new bunny pack mate is asexual."
The humvee rolls to a stop into base, Price watching and waiting for the doors to swing open and bring them their new medic. He ignores the huffing, the teeth clicking behind him anxiously, keeping it together for his pack. He has to lead by example, hoping that they will settle down and follow suit.
The backdoor swings open, and out climbs their new pack mate, much shorter than Price had thought. 5'6" was much smaller in person than on paper, but you held your head up with the confidence of a much taller rabbit. Price steps forward, smiling a little as he waves you closer, taking you in.
Your ears were bigger than he expected, fluffy, and flopped down over your shoulders. You were a little chubby, like most bunnies Price had seen, but he could see the muscle flexing underneath. As you got closer, he could smell something sweet, his tail wagging slightly as you got closer.
"Hello, I'm Y/N. This is my first time working with a wolf pack. I am very honored that you've let me be here to care for your team." You beam, and you shift that same sharp stare to the team behind him. "Laswell said you would show me to my barracks and that she would show me around." You explain when you finish looking everyone over.
"Hey, welcome. I'm John Price." He introduces himself, holding out a hand for you to shake. You take his hand eagerly, giving it a firm squeeze and shake. Price wasn't surprised by that, but he was surprised with the sharp stare you fixed him with, almost studying him. It was there for a few moments before you blinked, smiled, and let go of his hand.
John hears Simon rumbling behind him in slight irritation, Price turning to give him a look. A silent warning that you had a job to do, just like them. They may not like it, but thats not your fault. Ghost holds his gaze for a moment, but lowers his eyes and ears in submission. He didn't want to challenge his captain over this, he'd just have to wait and see how things played out.
"If you have all your things, I'll take you to your barracks. Laswell is in a meeting right now, so you have some time to unpack before she comes by." Price smiles at you as you grab your two suitcases and a large duffel bag before leading you into the building.
"You're all way too skinny." You say offhandedly, looking over your shoulder at the team than quickly back at Price. The pack was staring at you with wide eyes, perked ears, and stiff tails, far thinner than they should be.
"Excuse me?" Price grunts, ears twitching a little as he wrinkles his nose. "You saying that I don't feed my team?" He challenges, tempted to step into your space to tower over you. You seem completely unphased, raising an eyebrow at his defensiveness.
"Not at all, Sir. You've done what you can with what you had." You assure, reaching a hand out to firmly squeeze Price's shoulder. "Did Laswell tell you about the 'puppy syndrome?'" You ask, putting quotes around the word. Price huffs a little at that but nods. "Well, putting 'prey' hybrids into a pack, especially as emotional support, makes you take care of yourselves. We balance each other." You explained, walking away from the staring pack and being guided toward your barracks.
"How does that work?" Price pushes, wanting to know more as he opens up the barrack door and shows you inside. As you stepped past, his tail begins wagging again, and he can't help but lean down to smell you. Strawberries... Sweet strawberries, vanilla, and lemon.
"Sir?"
Price opens his eyes, face flushing slightly when he realizes he's holding your arm and sniffing at your face and neck. His tail falls still, straightening up and quickly letting you go.
"I'm sorry, I don't know why I- That was very innaproriate of me." Price apologizes, but that analytical look was back, your nose twitching slightly as you stare at one another. Just as quick as the look was there, it was gone, replaced with a reasuring smile.
"Don't worry about it, Sir. I'll be seeing each of you before dinner for your medications." You exclaim as you set down your suit cases and bag. "If your pack is less tense by then, maybe I'll join you for dinner." You continue, watching as Price nods, apologizes once more, and leaves with his tail between his legs.
You watch him leave, absolutely baffled by the almost shy nature of these wolves, of the pack leader himself. Most hybrids, especially hybrids like wolves, would surround a bunny to sniff them, scent them, and even nip at them to test boundaries.
But these wolves were thinner than they should be, stiff, with clearly aching muscles and dark thoughts wriggling and hissing behind their eyes. How long had these wolves gone without any soft touch or a gentle approach? You thump your feet in irritation, already working up a plan to open up the pack.
You pull out your clicker and a bag of homemade jerky. This pack needed you more than they realized, and you had your work cut out for you.
Something unexpected is happening with the 141 bunny. They're talking to someone. Someone they really like. The pack is suddenly struck with a realization that maybe they don't just like having a caregiver around. Maybe they want a new pack member.
"You're in a good mood." Kyle teases when you finish setting his plate down at the dinner table. "Got some new recipe ideas?"
"No, actually, I have a date this weekend." If your back hadn't been turned to the table, you would've seen how tense they suddenly became.
"A date?" John presses, forcing himself to settle down when you turn back around with a bowl of bread rolls. "With?"
"A very nice bunny I met at the store the other day. Also asexual, can you believe it?" Your tail wags excitedly, which makes Simon's chest pang angrily. Why was he angry? You were a free agent. You worked with and for them, but you weren't with them.
"How do you know?" He tries to keep his tone even, but Johnny gives him the look from the corner of his eye. He wasn't holding back his jealousy well.
"Looked them up on their socials. Vetted them with Kate, too, so I know they're safe." You explain, but your tone is a little clipped now. You were picking up on the tense energy rolling through your pack. "I hope that's okay with everyone."
"Be safe, Bonnie. If you aren't home by midnight, I'll send a search party." Johnny teases as he nudges your foot under the table. You smile a little little that, turning your attention to your plate.
Kyle shares a look with John, his ears pinning when his captain shakes his head no. He doesn't want to, but he listens, and takes two bread rolls from the bowl.
"Are we just not going to say anything!?" Kyle's desperate voice cracks through the silence of the humvee.
"Say what, Kyle? Y/N is planning their third date with this bunny -"
"Carmen." Johnny interrupts, making Simon snarl at him.
"We aren't getting involved." He finishes, giving Kyle a stern look.
"We should! Before they get serious and we lose our chance!" Kyle felt his chest aching at the idea, wondering what it would be like to not have you on base. You would still work with them, but maybe you would move in with this new love. What would happen when Simon had nightmares, or when he need to check on you?
"You think a relationship between us would work? We aren't like them, Kyle. We would only make them uncomfortable." John grips the steering wheel tight as he drives.
"We should let them decide that. It's not right to take their choice away." Kyle could tell Simon was close to snapping at him, but he couldn't stop pressing the issue. He couldn't risk losing the one thing that wasn't his pack that brought him joy. He wanted you to stay, to be a part of them forever.
"Kyle." Simon's sharp voice cuts him out of his thoughts. "We all want the same thing. We love Y/N, just like you." He explains, his tone slowly softening as he shifts closer to Kyle. "We could make them uncomfortable."
"We could make them our pack.." His voice cracks slightly as he nuzzles against Simon's docked ear.
"You're not going to let this go, are you?" John mutters angrily, but there's an underlying fondness to his tone. Kyle lets out a soft whine, his appeal to John's instincts that always won. "We'll talk to them tomorrow. Let's get some rest first."
When the run was finished, you could tell Johnny and Simon were still full of energy. "What's been going on with you guys?" You huff as you chug down the rest of your water. "Something I should know? An operation?"
"No." Simon leans onto your side slightly, rumbling when you stroke behind his ears. "Just need to talk to you about something, love." He murmurs quietly, glancing up at your softly twitching nose.
"Mm, figured. Has something to do with Carmen?" You suggest quietly, looking over at Johnny. He was great at his job, but when he wasn't deployed, his face constantly gave him away. "Thought so. Are you guys trying to dig something up about them?"
"We aren't... We just didn't realize until you started dating someone that we don't just want you here to work with us." Johnny nuzzles your ear softly, averting his gaze when he speaks. You stay silent, a small indignant rage stewing in your chest. You didn't dislike the idea. It was something you'd occasionally allow yourself to wonder about when they were all away on deployed.
But now that you found someone on your own, someone outside of them... Now they realized how they felt? You keep scratching behind Simon's ears as you think, nose twitching a little faster.
"Say something. Please." Simon props his chin on your shoulder now, breathing you in softly like he was worried he would lose you.
"I'm thinking." You give him a slight smile, a reassuring one that settles his anxiously wagging tail. "I've thought about it before. Us together." The idea settles comfortably in your chest, not stirring the usual anxiety as before. The fear you would be overstepping an already well established dynamic. "Would it really change anything? About us and how we work?"
"We would be able to kiss you now." Simon's eyes dart back down to your lips, leaning into a particularly good scratch to his scalp. "We could call you ours. No one else's." Johnny lets out a happy chuff at that, rumbling happily when you let out a little chuckle.
"I assume you all talked about this. Did you have something big planned?" You tease, though you know your boys. They aren't very good at theatrics.
"John is going to order in dinner tonight. So we can have a nice meal and talk." Johnny's body starts to relax, the pent-up energy finally falling off. "Should we tell him that we talked?"
"If he and Kyle are as anxious as you two, yes. We should tell him now." You shift around, signaling to the lounging wolves they needed to get up from the floor. Simon grumbles in annoyance, but it's cut short with a small peck to his lips. Your lips. His tail wags immediately, climbing easily to his feet to follow you back into base.
"Oi, nor fair! Where's my good boy kiss!" Johnny huffs as he chases after you, jogging in circles around you as you walk. You've already created a monster...
If you aren't on the tag list, I'm sorry :'[ I haven't updated it in a while so please leave a comment down below and I will try to add you right away <3 this is also for the anon that asked if I would continue the series at some point. That was low key the motivation I needed so thank you bby
Coyote hybrid reader wasn't really added to the team. John saw them scavenging around after a mission, luring them into the cabin with peices of jerky.
You were a good thing to keep around, even if you were a bit clingy. You missed your pack, and the men who took you in were a poor replacement. They didn't yowl, they didn't yip, they didn't scavenge... But they were there, and that was enough.
Until you see Coyote hybrid Graves for the first time. He's charming, he's loud, and he has a loud pack of Shadows that follow him around constantly. John keeps you far away from him.
"They are no good for you, pup." John rumbles as he grooms your fluffy ears. "You're a good wolf. You fit in well here." He soothes, your ears pinning back immediately.
"I'm not a wolf. I'm a Coyote." You insist softly, getting a soft growl in response. "Can't I just go scavenging with them just once?" He nips your ear softly, making you yelp and squirm slightly to get off his lap.
dog hybrid!reader and wolf!141 but the boys are constantly ragebaiting reader until they bite, which of course earns them a muzzle. then they tease reader even further. also they call reader a stupid little puppy.
anyway price ends up buying one of those bone gags for reader because 1 it keeps them quieter and 2 its something to chew on so theyre less likely to go after the boys when the muzzle comes off.
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Ahh, I know this was probably supposed to be more of a sexy prompt 🪶, but I'm on such a sad little mood that my brain is going angst! I'm a sensitive guy, and the youngest sibling, I hate rage bating. 😤 this is also cause I want to explore miscommunication/species dynamic differences between hybrids. I went on for so long that I didn't even get to the bone gag part. I'll BE MAKING PART TWO WITH SMUT I PROMISE!!
You wanted to like being on the 141 team and being in their pack, but they kept provoking you. They would tease you, trick you into believing certain things were true, and play dumb when you confronted them, and just enjoyed riling you up until you were growling and nipping your teeth at them. Every time they riled you up, they would wag a finger at you when you bite at them.
"Ah ah, puppy. We'll muzzle you if you keep acting up." The words felt like cold water being poured down your back. Wolves were more respected than dogs were in the hybrid hierarchy, and sometimes dogs would be muzzled if they acted "too wolf like."
Or, in your case, lashing out when you were endlessly provoked the entire day. You were sure that they were joking about the muzzle until it appeared in Price's hand after you nip Kyle's arm.
He'd spent the last thirty minutes interrupting you when you spoke, cutting you off to ask, "Who asked?" When you were trying to make your point. You got sick of it, growl at him, and nip at his arm hard.
"Come on, mutt, that's not appropriate behavior." Price coos as he steps beside you and quickly secures the muzzle to your face. "I'll take this off at dinner." Price chuckles, looping his fingers through the mesh of your muzzle and giving it a shake.
You hate the cold metal pressing into your face, the strap catching your hair in the clasp and making a few strands tug painfully. You don't say anything, ears lowering as you try to keep the tears at bay. Why would they muzzle you? You were standing up for yourself! Responding to their cruelty that they seemed to find so funny, but you hated so much.
You hated being the butt of every single joke, the only one being riled up for everyone to laugh at when you finally snapped. And now, you got muzzled for it.
You wait until enough time has passed before you stand up and leave the mess hall. "Be careful, stupid mutt, or you'll earn more muzzle time!" Johnny calls after you, and you feel your heart jump in fear.
When dinner rolls around, you're not even hungry. You want the muzzle off, and you want to go to bed. You'd tried not to interact with your pack too much, but they had sought you out. They shook your face around by your muzzle, teased you about being "such a little puppy!" Or "does mutt need some training?"
Anytime you wanted to open your mouth to respond, you felt the press of the muzzle to your face and immediately shut up. Of course, that convinces John and Simon that the muzzle is a perfect tool for whenever you act up again.
"Guess we'll keep this around. You were such a good mutt all day, puppy." John coos, stroking behind your ears after he takes off the muzzle. He expects your ears to perk slightly, your tail wagging at the praise he gave you, but he gets nothing. You press into the touch before turning to leave. "Pup, aren't you hungry?"
"No, Sir. I'm good." You mumble, yawning comfortably for the first time since lunch. "Just want to sleep." You don't wait for a response as you head to your barracks and change into your sleep clothes. Instead of sleeping in your bed, you creep underneath it and curl around yourself. It was safer that way, because no one could put a muzzle on you when you slept.
You hated the muzzle, and you were starting to hate being on this team.
Price begins to notice your moral dropping considerably over the next few weeks. Instead of getting snappy when one of the boys would try to rile you up, you would walk away. If you couldn't, you started anxiously licking your teeth and submitting your neck to them.
Kyle would take mild offense to that, huffing at you since he wasn't actually angry with you or making fun of you. He just wanted to have fun. You started avoiding him just to be safe. You didn't want them to make fun of you, and you didn't want the muzzle again. As much as you wanted a pack, you didn't know if you fit in with this one.
"Hey, Y/N, come here." Price calls to you, watching you try to duck into your barracks for the night. "It's movie night. Wanna pick?" He offers, pointing to the living room. Your tail gave a half-hearted wag until you remembered your last pick getting dog piled on the entire watch.
"I'm okay, sir. I'm ready for bed. I'll see you tomorrow." You hum, giving him a small smile and slipping into your room. Price sighs quietly, glancing over at the muzzle sitting on his desk. They had used it a few times since the first day. You'd nipped a them here and there, growled at Nikolai when he playfully tugged your tail, just a few things that they had fun teasing you over.
Price quietly heads over to your barrack, opening the door very quietly to see if you had actually fallen asleep yet. He didn't see you in bed, looking around the room confused until he spots your tail sticking out from under the bed.
His heart sinks a little, watching your tail tuck underneath the bed, and a small huff escapes you. You were probably falling asleep now, and Price knew better than to disturb you now. He heads to the common area where Johnny had a move qued up for the team to watch.
"Y/N, stay back, please." Price orders after morning training, making sure no one else would he around when he talked to you. You whine silently, wondering what you had done during training to earn you the muzzle so early. You approach him cautiously, licking over your teeth as you approach him.
"Why didn't you tell me you don't like the muzzle?" Price asks softly, making your eyes widen slightly.
"I... Thought you knew." You mumble shrugging a little. "Sometimes it feels like you just like making fun of me sometimes. So the muzzle is just another way to put me in my place for challenging you as wolves." You explain quietly, your ears dropped submissively. Price felt his gut drop as you put the pieces together about why you had gotten so quiet every time they had so much as mentioned the muzzle.
"Y/N... I'm sorry. I didn't know about... that." His gut lurches as he remembers you weren't raised with other dogs. You were adopted by a wolf pack family. The mean teasing jabs were more of a wolf hybrid way of bonding, which they hadn't realized wasn't very fun for you. You were like a puppy compared to them, and they hadn't bothered to nurture that side at all. "Is that something your family taught you?" He murmurs, putting it all together in his head
You nod, and he lets out a small whine, giving your head a small nudge as you give him a small look of confusion. "We don't do things that way. Not like that. We were trying to tease." He explains which makes your ears drop as you drop your tail slightly.
"Felt like bullying and punishment to me." You mumble, and Price looks guilty at that, giving your face a lick.
"Mm sorry pup... I should've noticed sooner." Price whines softly, nuzzling your neck and giving your jaw another lick. "Can we make it up to you somehow?"
Summary: Pack 141 now has a new pack member, and none of thm quite know how to handle it. You know what your job is, and you will not be detered from doing it. You know how to handle the trauma and neglect oozing off of them, but does the team know how to let you in?
Laswell takes you around base, which is smaller than you expected, but it made sense. Specialized task force, fewer people to train, and more space for them to be a pack. It was a sizeable living space, but it was horribly bright, without any proper comfort items. Nothing cozy, warm, or familiar. Your stomach twists a little at the sight.
"Tell me about the team. I may not have worked with wolf hybrids before, but I know that's not typical behavior." You ask as Laswell leads you to the kitchen. It was a perfect size, but everything was unused... and dusty. "Don't tell me there isn't anyone cooking meals here... You have wolf hybrids on base, but no cook?!"
Laswell holds up her hands defensively, ears lowering when you fix her with a dark glare. "This is why I needed a caregiver so urgently. That's why I asked for you. You know how to bond with traumatized hybrids. This is a trauma filled team who have negleted their instincts." Laswell says, watching as you thump your foot a few times.
"They can't..." You're foot thumps hard on the floor one final time, and you take in a deep breath. "I'm going to take care of them, Laswell. If they've been this long ignoring their instincts, I know exactly what I need to do."
Laswell warned you that Ghost would likely be the hardest to care for, the most guarded it seemed, and you didn't believe in saving the worst for last. You knock at his barrack door, waiting for a few moments and hearing him shuffling around inside.
"Ghost, I will not go away, but I am not going to barge into your room. You can not avoid taking your medication. If you try, you'll learn first hand that I can out wait you." You advised, opening up the bag of jerky.
The door knob twists and the door creaks open, Simons eyes peering out at you. No, not at you, the bag of jerky.
Gotcha.
"Hello, Ghost. I have two vitamins, an allergy pill, and your anxiety medication." You began holding up the small cup with the pills. "I promise, for each pill you take, I will give you a piece of jerky. Sound good?" You prompted and Ghost out right snarls at you.
"That doesn't scare me. You do that again, you'll get no jerky for a week."
The sharpness in your tone caught Ghost off guard. It was just as aggressive, as gutteral as his snarl had been, and it startled him. How could a bunny startle him? His ears drop, eyes wide as he opens his door all the way. You said nothing, firmly holding his gaze as you extended the pill cup and a small cup of water.
Ghost holds back what feels like a whimper. He doesn't whimper and takes the two cups, downing the pills and then the water.
Click "Good boy."
Ghost sputters on the last of his water, glaring at you and opening his mouth to yell at you, or maybe snarl again, but he stops short. A piece of jerky was held out between your fingers, and when he looked back up at you, you were genuinely smiling at him.
"Go on, hun. You took your meds, and now you get your treat." You prod gently, testing the waters of praise that Ghost would allow.
"I don't need treats." Ghost grunts, but he eats the treat right from your hand, nipping your fingers a little as he does.
Click.
This was going to be much easier than you thought.
Hungry.... That didn't even begin to cover how Gaz felt. He was starving. The jerky from Y/N after his medication had sparked something, a deep hunger that he'd gotten really good at ignoring over the years. Soilders get hungry sometimes. That's part of the job.
But now he's pacing outside of the locked kitchen, pressing and clawing slightly at the door every so often like that would grant him access inside. Someone was in there, cooking something, and he was hungry.
Gaz whines, the noise shocking him in the quiet empty hallway, and immediately backing up from the kitchen door. What the fuck was wrong with him?
Before he could dwell on the question too long, the kitchen door swings open, and there you stand, obviously concerned. "Gaz? Was that you?" You question, Gaz looking behind you into the kitchen, eagerly sniffing the air.
Your heart breaks at how hungry he looks, practically drooling on himself and looking down at you guiltily. "I-I'm really, really hungry." Gaz admits after a moment, tucking his tail just slightly.
"Well, that's good, it's almost dinner time." You say, grabbing two pieces of jerky from your bag. "Can you go tell everyone while I plate everything up? Here's a little snack while you walk." Gaz eagerly perks at that, tail wagging a little as he takes the pieces of jerky.
"Thank you! I will." He assures, unconcously sniffing, than licking your hand before he heads down the hall toward Price's office first. Click. His ears perk at the sound, and he turns to look back at you, his actions catching up with him.
"Go on, hun." You encourage, and Gaz blushes slightly before beginning to walk again. Maybe there were drugs in the jerky because Gaz has never fed into his instincts like that since... well, since he was a puppy.
He finishes the last of his treat and licks his lips, stomach growling loudly again. He'd figure out how he felt about this after he had dinner.
I can not believe the overwheming support that this story got, and I hope you guys enjoy this part as much as the first one. I can't wait to get deeper into this fic and have our bunny become a stable support for our boys. I'll start working on part 3 soon
Fellow bunny! I raise you Bunny!reader who everyone assumes is a dog hybrid because
A. He's a big dude, (Flemish Giant or just a normal Californian Lop)
B. His ears and tail were cropped by his old handlers,
And C. He will not hesitate to fight anyone, playful or not, man's got sass.
No one questions it until he knocks someone tf out with his legs, fully bunny/rabbit kick style.
Listen he's just a guy who likes to snuggle down at the end of the day and HATES getting wet even though its like 1/5 of his job. I also think he does the weird tall people thing where he's able to contort himself into the tiniest ball humanly possible. That way when 141 does the group cuddle they fit like a puzzle AND so doesn't kick someone off the bed
"Alright, pup, settle down." Price chuckles as he hauls you back by your bitch strap. He's gotten used to carefully reigning you in. You were a perfect edition to their pack, tall, a bit unruly, but able to follow orders just fine and aggressive when you needed to be. Even though you were almost as tall as Simon, they couldn't help but call you pup.
You didn't mind the nickname. It was natural that they saw your cropped ears and tail and assumed you were a dog hybrid.
Cropping wasn't common anymore, often looked down on, but that didn't stop it from being done. You sometimes missed your long ears. The way the fluff would rub your cheek and neck, perk when you heard things. You missed your twitching tail, and they way it felt when someone would touch it. Now, the area just felt sensitive and raw.
That's why the recruit that was constantly trying to see your docked tail irritated you to no end. Not only was he trying to reach his hands down the back of your pants; but the constant moving away from him you had to do was rubbing the base of your spine. When trying to grab you didn't work, he tripped you down to the ground and reached for the back of your jeans.
Johnny's ears perk when he hears you grunt, seeing you laying on the ground sent a spike of rage through him. Price was right beside him, his ears pinning back in anger as a snarl rises in his throat. He barely makes it a step in your direction when your back legs kick out in up, right into the recruits ribcage.
He flies back almost two feet, sliding on the ground with the classic groans of a man who had the wind knocked out of him. You hop away, scurrying towards Price and ducking behind his legs.
You hadn't felt like a small bunny in so long, your nose twitching like crazy as you cling to Price's fatigues. The lack of your ears and tail was messing with you even more now, a pained whimper escaping you when Price gently pulls your fingers from his pants.
"Hey, come on, bun. My office. Let's go." He orders, snapping you out of your distressed state momentarily. You gathered yourself enough to walk with him, letting out a small squeak when he guides you psst his office and towards Simon's room.
"Kyle's having a rough day. Looks like Simon's going to take care of two today." Price explains as he opens the door and gently pushes you inside. Simon looks up from his book, Kyle snoozing away with his head on his stomach. "Room for one more?"
Simon chuckles, patting the bed and inviting you to climb up. Despite being Simon's size, you easily curl up above Kyle's head and burrow into Simon's side.
"Take care of our bunny." Price orders, catching Simon's eyes. The stoic man's eyebrow quirks curiously, and Price nods. There was an unspoken promise for a conversation about that later. For now, Price let the three of you rest, asking Laswell for more information about helping sooth your neglected instincts.
Summary: You've never had much problem with anyone else on base. You stick to the team, and you take care of them. That's your job. Some new recruits have gotten it in their heads that they can mess with you. Your team is quick to correct that assumption. CW: Mild sexual harassment, no touching
Even though Johnny was back in action, his time being injured had brought the two of you closer. Simon would watch the two of you interact from afar, still slowly becoming comfortable with your comfort. You enjoyed working out with them.
You could keep up with their runs, but you needed some extra work in the strength training department. Simon was great for weight lifting, and Johnny kept your spirits high during runs.
You stare at the horizon, sun rays peaking out of the clouds and painting the sky with beautiful hues. You loved waiting by the track early, stretching under the early morning sun as you wanted for your running partners. The track left much to be desired when it came to scenery to look at while you passed the time.
At least the sunrise was there to keep you company.
"Hey! It's the barracks bunny of the 141!" Your left ear lifts up and swivels towards the sound of the voice, looking up from your lunge. "What, you didn't get fucked hard enough not to be able to run? I guess since you've been with them long enough they've stretched you out."
The soldier, no, the rookie, puffs his chest with every word of his insult, his fox tail lashing behind him. There were a few other rookies snickering behind him, watching the two of you interact with hungry eyes.
"So you're unoriginal and a virgin. Muscles don't stretch out. They snap back." You hum simply. "If you know what's good for you, go run your laps and do your warm-ups. Sargeant Soap is your trainer today, is he not?" You stand up, muscles sighing happily from the stretch and release.
"Oh, is he your favorite? Which hole does he take the most?" The rookie goes to take a step towards you when a snarl rips through the air. The rookies shoot into a line, standing in formation with eyes fixed forward. You don't even flinch, lowering your ears with a small smile.
"Hey Johnny. Did you do your stretches for the morning?" You inquire, giving him an expectant look.
"Of course! I always feel the difference when I don't do them. Did I hear one of these Muppets giving you a hard time?" Johnny asks, running his tinge over his teeth as he glare at his line of rookies.
"Oh, just the usual bold talk from a bunch of pups who never learned the value of an inside thought." You sigh wistfully. "I'm sure you can take care of it."
"Oh, I could. But I want to enjoy a run today. I think Ghost is free this morning, though!"
There is an audible gulp from the rookies, and you smile.
You didn't really care what happened to the rookies once Ghost started barking orders at them. You knew he was extra frustrated to have rookies to punish instead of going on his morning run.
When you bring Price his lunch that afternoon, he perks up when you walk into the room. "Hey, Y/N, sit down, please." Price insists, glancing down hungrily at the two sandwiches, side of fruit, and two cookies you were handing him before setting it aside.
"If this is about the incident this morning, Sir, I promise I'm fine." You assure him as you sit down across from him and give him a smile. Price nods slightly and clears his throat.
"It shouldn't have happened. It's not acceptable." He looks guilty, his eats dropping slightly on his head.
"John, it's not like you could've known they would've acted like that." You catch his eye and give him a small smile. "I know I look more vulnerable, and you want to protect me, but I can protect myself. I know you will always look out for me."
"Until training season is over, try to stay with one of us on base. If someone puts their hands on you, I'm going to lose this job." He half jokes, giving you a warm smile.
You can hear the anger in his voice, but it's not directed at you. Part of you wants to protest because you don't need bodyguards around base. It's the look in Price's eyes when he looks at you, which makes the words stop in your throat. He's angry that he has to assign bodyguards to you, not because you were incapable but because others made you unsafe.
You stood, walking around the desk and giving him a hug. He stays still for a moment, turning his head into your hair and grooming your ears to self soothe. You let him, settling down in his lap so he could sniff at you, feel you close to him. So he could remind himself you were safe.
"I'll text you when I wake up. You can stretch with me in the morning." You offer after a few minutes pass, pulling Price's plate close. "You need to eat. Your medicine needs to be taken with food."
"You and your medicine." John huffs, resting an arm around your waist as he digs into his food.
"Do your joints feel better?"
"Yes." He grunts begrudgingly.
"Yeah, that's what I thought." Your tail wags smugly and Price chuckles down at you.
"Hush. The dehydrator is going to be delivered soon." Price says, which makes you perk up immediately. "Thought that would make your day better."
"Of course it does! I have a few recipes I want to try." You giggle, settling down into his lap while he continues to eat. Price knew he should let you get back to work, you had your own job to do after all.
But you didn't seem to be in a hurry, and Price was going to keep you selfishly to himself for now. If you were here with him, he could guarantee you were safe.
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could you do a jackal or african paint dog reader please? your writing is so awesomesauce, no worries if not!!! (oh and could i be 🐞 anon if it isnt taken?)
Eee I have another emoji anon!! I need to make a little post on my blog start of all my little babes. *gently places 🐞 into a new enclosure.* Right now I have 🪶🦴🩰💐🦝 and noooow 🐞! Welcome to the anon family bby!!
You were terrified about transferring to the task force 141. You know you needed a pack, and Kate had seen how your American team wasn't fulfilling that need. However, being put on a team of wolves made your gut curl with anxiety. You knew you would be a bit smaller than the rest of them, but Kate promised you that wouldn't affect the way the team treated you.
Stepping off the humvee, your tail instinctively starts to wag at the sight of your new team. Pack. Your pack. Before you can get close, the pack descends on you in a flurry of sniffing noses and grabbing hands.
"Like a little puppy." A gruff British accent mumbles as a nose presses between your neck and shoulder.
"Just look at these ears.." A scottish accent, along with hands gently rubbing the tops of your ears. "Can hear for miles, I bet." You let out a yelp when someone nips your neck hard, wriggling to get away.
"Kyle!" Price scolds, grabbing the Sargeant by hus scruff. "No biting. They aren't a cub." He warns as Kyle whines apologetically. "Welcome to the pack, Y/N. You need to change into clothes we've scented for you." You couldn't help but yip in excitement, tail wagging fast as you nod along to his words.
"Yes, sir!" You follow him to your barrack and start getting set up. You were ecstatic to be a part of the pack and even more excited to show your potential on the team.
Kyle was down. That's all you heard before your brain went into problem solving mode, and you were tracking him down by scent. He wasn't far, only fifty yards, and you covered ground in seconds flat. "Spots! Stay down! Hositles are close by!" Price orders, but you knew they were there.
You smelled them first.
You duck behind a concrete slab to take the long route to Kyle so you could approach the hostile from behind. There were only two of them that were gaining on Kyle, and you immediately spring forward.
Kyle groans softly in pain as he comes back to consciousness to the sound of pained screams and snapping bones. He peels his eyes open just in time to see your bloodied smiling face pop into view. You wrap his arms around your neck, dragging him off the floor and into a secure part of the building to patch him up.
"You only have four fingers..." Kyle mumbles weakly as he watches you patch up his bullet wound. You let out a small bark, smiling at him and licking his face to keep him awake. Getting to the extraction point was difficult, but the mission was a success. Kyle was stable until the team could reach base, but you kept close to his side. Price gently scruffs you as Kyle is guided to the infirmary, making you whimper nervously.
"You did good today, spots, but you ignored an order. Don't risk your life to prove your worth, understood?" You let out a small whimper, nodding along to his words. He loosens the grip on his scruff so he can wipe your face clean. "That's a good pup. Let's get inside."
