a/c: researching writing accents is fucking hell. thank you for so much support on the last simon hybrid au!! never had this much attention here<33 happy holidays everyone
Youâre no dangerous hybrid. The rest of the task force is not, theyâre all fucking wolves.
Itâs no surprise, really - predator hybrids often make the best soldiers. Youâre just a secretary, so no need for any specific animalâs DNA in your system.
December comes. More breaks, less missions, even lesser paperwork for you, Itâs been a calm year so your boys are on base too, at least until christmas when Price goes to his wife and kids, Gaz goes to his fiancĂŠe, Soap goes to his family and uh, SimonâŚ.heâll probably just go with you, wagging his tail behind.
It gets cold in UK. Real fucking cold.
They canât comprehend one thing: Why the fuck do you sleep alone? Yes, the four of them are wolf hybrids and youâre not one. That doesnât mean youâre not pack. Youâre pack, you belong with them.
Week before Christmas, youâre sitting with them in Priceâs barracks. You tend to do that often, just to spend time together.
"Arenât ya cold, lass?â Soap blurts out randomly, right after Gaz finished his ranting about the idiot rookie he had to room with.
"Why would I be cold?â You ask. The heatingâs on all around base. Itâs not like youâre freezing.
"âŚ.Ya havenât slept witâ us.â Ghost gruffs out so you wonât have to guess.
"He talkinâ âbout social snoozes.â Price chuckles.
"What the hell is a social snooze?â
"We..uhâŚ.wait, fuck. It fuckinâ sounds wrong.â Gaz sighs. ,,We sleep together. It's not sexual, we jus" cuddle up.â
"Cuddle up, ChristâŚyeh five or summat?â Simon scoffs.
,,Not fuckinâ five. How else youâd call that? Weâre wolves. We sleep together for warmth. I feel like youâre unsafe that far from us in sumâŚother barrack.â Gaz says. Itâs really cute to see him so caring about you.
âItâs instinct, lass. Stick together, share the heat, stay safe in winter. They donât get that youâre not a wolf.â Price explains. He scratches his thigh, looking for a moment to go smoke. He doesnât smoke in his barracks, even through a window - doesnât want yellow walls.
Soap shrugs. âSheâs pure knackered, why wouldnae she crash wiâ us? Gazâs been batterinâ me baws the past few nights â a lass between us wouldnae hurt.â
"I kicked yer balls on purpose." Gaz gruffs out. "You fuckin' get hard against my arse, it's fuckin' weird."
âPlump arse. Hard dick. Ainât weird.â
"Sleep with us tonight for our sake." Price asked you.
You do end up between them that night. Simon's tail stopped thumping at around 2am when he finally passed out, face pressed against your neck. Gaz made sure to tangle up his legs with yours, probably to distract himself from Soap behind him. Price joined in last, after two cigars. Being the leader of a pack that just got their newest addition to sleep with them was so exciting, he smoked two cigars and knocked himself out behind Simon.
So yes, whatever breed you might be, there's no saving you from social cuddles or whatever wolves have going on now.