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.
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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."
Dog hybrid reader that becomes wolf pack 141s emotional support dog.
You're a terrier, which makes you very effective on the field, but your small size also makes the whole team treat you like a puppy. They eat more, rest more, and you always encourage them to play.
Whenever tensions are high, you start yipping and whining as you zip around, practically begging to be chased. It takes no time at all for them to be howling and nipping at your heels, trying to catch you as you zip around wildly.
You get to practice dogdging and outrunning people, and they get to run off some steam. By the end of it, you all fall into a sweaty puppy pile, tails wagging, panting, and nuzzling each other happily until you have the strength to shower.
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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Fem Hyena hybrid reader joing a wolf pack 141. CW: dubcon but for the boys this time
You fit it perfectly, and the team loves you, but not once have you backed down to their displays of dominance. You challenge them, if anything, laughing in their faces as they tried to get you to listen to them.
You followed orders on the field, no question, but back on base, you weren't scared to run your mouth. Simon and Price took it as you being a brat who needed to be put in your place, and you saw a bunch of men who needed to shut up and listen.
It came to a head when you told Simon not to bear his teeth at you, instead of submitting to him. When the two of you began to scuffle, you wasted no time in ripping away both of your clothes. Simon was knocked to his ass with a kick to the stomach, grunting when you folded his legs into his chest.
"You just don't know when you quit, puppy." You laugh, fangs clicking as you shift your hips against Simon's ass. Your pseudo dick, hard and throbbing, presses against his hole, your eyes glinting eagerly. Kyle and Johnny could hear your Hyena giggling and Simon's whining howls pouring out of the training room, but neither of them came to his aide.
They'd stopped back talking to you weeks ago for the same reason.
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Summary: You miss your pack and want to be near them again. This mission separates you from them for a month, and it leaves you a little restless. You're excited when they come home and so are they! Until they get a wiff of you, and they aren't too happy with your new smell.
You couldn't help but pace around when the base felt empty like this. Sure, there were some newer recruits that milled around, being instructed by other officers. They weren't your pack, your team to take care of, though, so you didn't do so.
You busied yourself ordering new curtains for the living room area, rearranging furniture to a cozier layout, and spent almost every day walking around the inside and outside of base to find something to do. No one to cook for or give medication to. No one to chat with or soothe.
To make matters worse, you had used the last of your favorite strawberry shortcake body oil. You already ordered two more bottles, but until the package arrived, you were stuck using a spare pineapple and coconut one. You sometimes sat with Laswell, who was silently praying that the team returned a little sooner. She loved talking with you, but she could also see how anxious you were without anything to do.
The nurses helped you by letting you volunteer with the rookies who needed someone to sit and talk with them. They all enjoyed your presence, and you made a mental promise to visit the infirmary at least once a week to visit anyone feeling down in recovery.
The month passed painfully slow. Even though you were counting down the days of the teams return, you were caught off guard by they get back four days earlier. You were walking around the inside of the base, heading toward the living room when two arms wrap around your waist and lift you off the ground.
"Jesus!" You yelp, defensively kicking a leg back for a second only to hear a familiar chuckle. "Price! You're back!" The excitement in your tone dies down immediately when Price sets you down and growls a little in your ear.
"What are you wearing!? Why do you smell like that!?" Price interrogates as he sniffs at your ears and face. He could see your ears drooping, nose twitching like crazy as you listened to his words.
"Like what?? I mean, I ran out of my regular body oil, but -" Johnny buries his nose into your neck, also having snuck up on you for a snuggle. "Johnny!" You scold harshly when he nips your neck a little too hard for your liking and snarls in your ear. You swat his forehead and force his head away from you despite the dejected whine he gives you.
"Sorry, Y/N. I know we're being mean... But you smell different. You don't smell like us or like your usual smell. Don't like it." Johnny whimpers, his ears low and tail tucked between his legs.
"Well, don't nip at me so hard, okay? Your teeth are very sharp." You warn as Price starts rubbing his head back and forth across your shoulder. "Are you scenting me!?"
"We have too, Y/N. You gotta smell right." Price murmurs, and that's all you get out before Kyle and Simon descend on you with furious sniffing and huffing.
Almost an hour later, Price had placed an order for your body oil in bulk. You'd also been sandwiched between all four of your pack mates, who spent the whole time scenting you. Your bed wasn't meant to hold all of you, but Johnny and Kyle fought over who got to groom your hair and ears, while Price and Simon nuzzle and rub their faces against your tummy and shoulders.
There were a few nips, which you didn't scold unless they were a little too rough. You couldn't help but grin and giggle the entire process. Not only was your team back, but they had seeked you out first. They were acting like a little pack of puppies, whining and pouting at their den mothers.
"Alright! Boys!" You plea through some giggles, which gets all of their focus on you. "You all haven't eaten properly in a month. I need to make you dinner." You insist as you try to wriggle yourself from their grip.
"We'll order something!" Johnny insisted immediately, and Kyle nods eagerly beside you.
"Please? Just tonight?" John asks quietly as he rests his chin on your stomach. You huff a little, but you could hear the soft thumping of tails and you couldn't fight the four sets of puppy eyes facing you.
"Okay! Just tonight. I also re did the living room to look more like a den. We can eat there tonight. Like a sleepover." You offer, watching as Simon reluctantly pulls himself away from the cuddle puddle to grab some take out menus for everyone to look over and choose food from. When he returns, he drops himself down happily onto the bed.
CRACK!
The bed sunk down immediately, the room falling completely silent for a long moment. "And here I thought I'd never break a bed frame.." You joke, slapping a hand over your mouth after. Johnny barks out a quick laugh, and everyone soon joins in. You were laughing so hard you couldn't take a breath, letting out a snort when you tried to take in a breath.
That sent Kyle back into a fit of giggles, spurring Simon's loud rumbling laugh. After five minutes of laughing and ten minutes of trying to pry yourselves out of the beds wreckage, you were standing above the sucken mattress.
"Well. I guess we will be having a sleepover in the new den, huh?" You tease as you turn to Simon. He looks a little guilty, his ears lowered as he nuzzles your head slightly. "Oh, Simon, don't worry about it, okay? I'll get a new bed frame soon. Right now, it's time to order food and watch a movie."
"And more cuddle pile?" Kyle asks hopefully, pressing his nose against your shoulder and looking up at you.
"After you all take a shower. We all stink now. I promise I won't use my other body oil." You swear, making all four wolves grumble happily.
I wanted to tie back the original drabble I wrote for this into an actual chapter, and I needed some fluff before I do introduce a little bit of angst... maybe. I'm sensitive so it might not happen lmao. Hope yall enjoy :]
Summary: Even though your insticts are screaming to fully dive into caring for him, but Ghost needs patience, and a slow approach. Caretaking means adapting, and you learn how to calm him down. While Ghost may not be opening up complete anytime soon, you two manage to establish a new level of trust.
You want to hold him.
Every part of you is begging to hold him, soothe him, but you know that would do more damage in this moment. You take a slow, deep breath, heading to the kitchen to grab an ice pack wrapped in a dish towel.
You put a kettle of full water on the stove on very low heat. Judging by the 10 different types of tea compared to the two bags of coffee, tea was the way to go. Heading back to the dining room, Ghost hasn't moved, laid on his back with his stomach showing, and neck bared. His body trembles slightly, ears pulled back tight and tail tucked between his legs.
Ghost isn't going to be soothed by traditional means, not yet. Something deep in your gut tells you that he needs firm direction, not soft cooing and petting. You get closer, but stop about three feet away from him, sitting down on the floor.
"Ghost, stop submitting. You aren't in trouble. Sit up, please." You kept your voice firm, buy unable to stop yourself from trying to be gentle. Ghost eyes flick to yours, whining slightly as he slowly sits up, his legs still pressed to his chest as he watches you with wide eyes. "I have an ice pack. When I give it to you, put it under your shirt and against your chest."
You explain, moving closer to him but approaching from the side. If Ghost wanted to get up and run out of the room, he was free to do so. The last thing you wanted to do was block his exit and make him feel trapped. Ghost stares back at you as you offer the ice pack, not moving to take it, so you very tentively set it down in his lap.
"Under your shirt. It will help calm you down." You explain and move your hands back. You aren't sure if you could touch him yet. You want to pet his head or take off his mask that's getting wet under the eyes from big tears that silently fell from his eyes. It was still raised just over his nose, his chin still messy from licking his plate.
This wolf man was easily 3 times your size, and you read about what this task force did. You knew how strong, skilled, and ruthless this man could be. But all you saw at that moment was a scared little pup.
Your chest aches as he takes the ice pack, obediently sliding it under his shirt and pressing it against his skin. You nod in approval. "That's it, hun. I have a kettle on the stove, I don't want you to be caught off guard if it whistles." You explain to him, talking would hopefully draw him out of his panic, and you wanted him to be aware of his surroundings.
Ghost looks at the mess on the floor and then back at you, his chest hitching with a sob he refused to release. You take a deep breath, carefully reaching forward and stroking the top of his head. "Ghost, im gonna take off your mask, if that's okay with you. I want to clean up your face." You offer tentively, Ghost leaning into your touch just slightly.
He nods once, quickly, and you gently peel up the mask and take it off, being careful with his ears. "There we go." You hum softly, setting the mask within reach and taking a handkerchief out of your back pocket. You always carried one for wiping tears, snot, or blood away. "Can I wipe your face, hun? I'll be gentle." You offer, taking in his face.
He was cute, those wide blue eyes even softer, almost rounder, without the mask, a scar across his nose and one that dragged from his right temple, down to mid cheek. A surge of protection filled you, but you kept your hands in your lap until he nodded again. One quick movement, but it was the permission you needed to begin carefully wiping his face.
"I-I made a mess. I'm sorry. I'll clean it, I'll buy more plates, I didn't mean-"
"Shh." Ghost falls silent, whining at you as he curls his tail around himself. "I'm not mad, hun. Do you know what happens when we make a mess?" You gently brushed your knuckles over his now dry cheek, watching him lean into the touch just slightly. "We clean it up. That's all. Tomorrow, I'm going to the store, and I could buy so many plates there."
You opened up your hand, placing your palm against his cheek to hold his face still as you wiped his nose. Some would think that you were treating him like a 3 year old, wiping up a grown man's face and talking to him like a spooked fawn. But it was working, Ghost letting his head rest fully into your hands. His eyes, red rimmed but free of tears, never looked away from yours, hanging onto every word like it was gospel.
"Plates are replaceable. You hear me? I can buy a million new plates, but I could never find another you. And I don't think your team could either." You fixed him with a soft smile, stroking under his eye with your thumb. "The water should be hot enough now. Come with me, and I'll get you the broom and dust pan."
Ghost nods along to your words, slowly standing up when you do and taking the ice pack from under his shirt. You gently take it from his hands, noting to ask him if it had helped ground him later. You guide him to the kitchen, opening up the small cleaning supplies closet and handing him the broom and dust pan.
"I can wipe up the food mess after you sweep up." You explain, your voice going a little softer than before. Ghost nods, and heads back to the dining room. His ears were up again, not perked, but at least they weren't pinned, and his tail was no longer tucked.
Small victories.
After shutting off the stove, you grab two mugs, getting down a few boxes of tea. There were a lot of options and you weren't sure what he would like. When he came back and dumped the plate and food into the trash can, you slide over the mug.
"I wasn't sure what kind you wanted. I'll go clean up the rest." Your team leaves no room for argument. You put up the broom and grab the swiffer, sneezing when dust shakes off of it. "Oh this place is going to need a nice deep clean." You chuckle as youu head to the dining room and Ghost lets out a small chuckle.
Once everything was clean, and you both had a cup of tea, you settle on the counter as you sipped away at your herbal tea. Ghost stood close to you, his tail slightly wagging. He wasn't leaning on you, just standing close enough that some would feel uncomfortable.
But you didn't. You knew that Ghost wasn't ready for a hug, he wasn't ready for you to groom his hair and ears, or to kiss his forehead. But he was ready to seek some comfort in you, being in your space.
"Would you like to come to the store with me tomorrow? I'll need help picking out food." You offer, watching as his nose twitches, sniffing you curiously. He looks at you, nodding a little at you. "Drink your tea hun. Than we're gonna clean up from dinner."
"It's been 30 minutes, we need to check on him!" Soap was pacing in the living room. He looks over at the kitchen door again, back at Price who shakes his head yet again. Soap holds back a growl of frustration, his head whipping around when he hears the door open.
You walk out with Ghost close behind you, almost stepping on your heels as you both join them in the living room. "You okay, Ghost?" Price asks, watching as he sniffed at you the way he had earlier.
"Yes Sir" Short, simple, to the point. The room relaxes a little at that, Gaz coming over to give Ghost a nuzzle. Gaz was the most affectionate out of them all sometimes, and Ghost happily nuzzles him back.
It was getting late, and you knew you'd be up early to go to the store and make breakfast. "I'm going to shower and head to sleep. If anyone wants to join Ghost and I at the store, I'll be leaving by 7." You said as you wave goodnight, give Ghost a pat to the shoulder, and head to your barracks to get your sleep clothes.
You pretended not to notice Ghost's tail wagging when you pat his shoulder, but you can't stop smiling. Small victory, yet again.
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