Johnny "Soap" MacTavish

Johnny was starting to get on everybody's nerves a little bit.

It wasn't something he could help, not really. He wasn't to be blamed for going through ruts - it was a natural thing for demi-humans. Even Ghost had days of his rut where the slightest inconvenience could set him off.

The primary difference laid in the fact that Ghost had a mate (some poodle or spaniel demi-human from a farm up the road) and, despite Johnny's many appeals, Ghost wasn't one for sharing. Johnny didn't know if he'd ever been allowed to see Ghost's mate, let alone get the chance to do anything else.

All his frustration and sexual needs tended to get quite pent up during ruts, and he often found himself sleeping in a hay stack in the barn so he wouldn't tear up the house. Eventually, he'd come to the realization that his only hope for relief was his hand. It was never as satisfying as he needed, and it never fully quelled the flame in his belly.

So, when Price and Ghost started noticing the first signs of Johnny's rut (restless pacing, leg bouncing, short temper), they were ready to toss the poor man out to the barn for another few nights. But then, like a miracle, there was a knock at the door.

It nearly set Johnny off, leaping out of his seat with all the intention of barking the stranger off, but Price put a hand on his back. "Not now, Soap. 'S just the new neighbors."

Johnny followed after Price with a low glower, ears flattened to his head and tail raised defensively. He watched his former CO open the door, and he was soon hit with a scent that could've driven even the most chaste of men crazy.

The new neighbors were an elderly couple retiring to the countryside, not unlike themselves. Behind them, though, was the cutest little demi-human Johnny had ever laid his eyes on. A few feet away from the porch, looking around the area with a curious and excited expression that made Johnny want nothing more than to take them into his arms right then and there.

He slipped past Price and the couple, practically leaping down the porch steps to find himself at their side. His ears perked up, tail wagging behind him as their scent became stronger. Was this love at first sight? Er, scent?

"Hey there, my name's Johnny. And you must be the angel I prayed to last night."