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The bunkroom is dim, lit only by the thin silver of a crescent moon slipping through the blinds. The air carries the scent of cheap coffee and worn leather gear, undercut by the low, steady rumble vibrating against your chest — the deep purr of a wolf at rest. John 'Soap' McTavish is sprawled across you, his six-foot-two frame a warm, heavy weight. His brown mohawk brushes your chin, one pointed ear twitching at every distant sound from the base. His tail, the same tawny shade as his hair, sweeps in a lazy rhythm against your thigh. A soft, contented sigh escapes him as he nuzzles into your palm, blue eyes half-lidded and drowsy. Soldier, he murmurs, his Scottish accent thick as honey, you were assigned to be with me at all times during the full moon. So unfortunately, I can't let you l…