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Price was beginning to second guess not letting you go on this mission with Ghost and Soap. You had become inconsolable the moment they left the base, but it was much too close to the full moon for you to go out on such a delicate operation. You were a wild card on the best of days, but this close to your change had your impulsiveness off the charts.
Poor Gaz was experiencing the brunt of your instincts now. With your mates gone, your inner wolf was desperate to keep together what was left of the pack. You kept trying to herd the man into whatever room Price was currently inhabiting. You were absolutely pitiful as he tried to explain why he didn’t need to be in the bathroom the same time as Price. Your incessant whines caused him to give in to a compromise and he waited outside the door to the showers with you until the captain finally exited.
Price and Gaz did their best to comfort you while your mates were away, but their attentions were never enough. Soft pets to the top of your head and scritches behind your ear as your head laid in Gaz’s lap did little to ease the steady whimpering you couldn’t help but let out.
That night you tried to give Price and Gaz a break by sleeping on your own. The bed you shared with Soap and Ghost seemed too big without their large forms bracketing you in. Their scents were fading from the sheets as well, and no matter how hard you dug your nose into their pillows you couldn’t get as close to them as you wanted.
Seeking stronger sources of their scents led you to the hampers of dirty laundry. Running on pure instincts now, you knocked both of them over to shuffle through the clothes searching for the most pungent items. You brought a couple sweat soaked shirts, a pair of Soap’s boxers, and an exceptionally stinky sock that belonged to Ghost back to the bed with you. The little nest of scents helped calm your wolf somewhat, but it still wasn’t enough.
The anxiety of not knowing when they would be back was constant in the back of your mind, causing your wolf a great deal of distress. The need to be close to your mates was nearing obsession as you brought the boxers to your face. Soap’s musk was strongest here. Smelling alone wasn’t satisfying, your wolf needed to taste him. The seam on the fly of the shorts tore as you nibbled on the fabric with your fangs.
You knew you weren’t supposed to do this, but you couldn’t help it. This was the only thing that seemed to calm your restless wolf. They had told you plenty of times that clothing was off limits, but the need to chew and self-soothe was overriding your need to obey. The texture of the cloth in your mouth combined with the sound of the ripping fabric was more than you could resist. With the taste of your mate overwhelming your senses you were finally able to fall asleep.
You smelled them before you saw them, the scent of your mates waking you from a dead sleep. They always came back smelling wrong. But it was them and they were back. If you had been fully shifted your tail would’ve been wagging uncontrollably. You spit the boxers out of your mouth when you heard the click of the door opening and jumped out of the bed to meet them.
There was nothing but joy floating through your head when you caught sight of your mates. You couldn’t decide who to scent first. They both smelled of strange places and even stranger people. Nowhere near enough like you. The smell of blood coming from Soap made the choice for you, and you dove for the man knocking him to the floor in your haste to find the source of his injury.
“Whoa! Easy there, wolf boy. A’m no hurt.” Soap’s rough brogue rumbled in your ear as you snuffled at the bandage wrapped around his arm. “Just a scrape.”
“What’s this?” You heard Ghost’s firm voice from behind you.
Looking up from Soap you were greeted with Ghost holding the tattered remains of Soap’s boxers. Oh fuck, you were in trouble now. You should’ve hid them. Maybe found a nice corner to keep them for next time they were gone, but now they knew. They knew you did the thing you were explicitly told not to do.
You slowly crawled off of Soap with your head hung low. You had to let him know how bad you felt about it. You approached the other man with your proverbial tail tucked between your legs, and dropped to your knees in front of Ghost. A low whine was beginning to build in your chest as your big wet eyes flit between Ghost’s masked face and the torn underwear in the man’s hands.
“It’s okay, luv. You’re not in trouble.” Ghost ran his hand over the top of your head as you nuzzled the leg of his pants. It felt so good to finally be able to get your scent on the both of them. “I know you hate it when we have to leave, but you’re meant to find Price or Gaz if it gets this bad, alright?”
“Yes, sir.” You felt Ghost’s hands gently tugging you back up to your feet. You found his face bare but for some smeared eye black lingering on his lids when you looked up again. His scarred face was a special treat to see, and you couldn’t stop yourself from licking a wet stripe up his cheek now that the flesh was bared to you.
Ghost chuckled and rubbed his wet cheek into yours, successfully wiping the spit back on you, but you didn’t mind. It was just one more way to get your mate to smell more like you again. You felt Soap’s presence at your back as he joined the two of you as well and you were engulfed in their scents once more.
“We were barely gone a whole day, and ye missed us that much?” Soap gently teased as his arms went around you and Ghost, his breath warm on your partially pointed ear. You were having trouble controlling the shift of your wolf. Your nails had lengthened to claws and your fangs were making it hard to articulate the need you had for your mates.
Luckily, they knew how your wolf worked, having dealt with this many times over. Anytime they had to go off on a mission without you, you would always become extra clingy and needy whenever they returned. Clothes were shed and they led you to lay down with them on your shared bed.
Your nest felt complete again and you worked frantically to scent the both of them. Your hands roamed over bare skin and you burrowed your nose into their necks and armpits and anywhere else you could reach. You were a tangle of limbs by the time your wolf was satisfied. You wouldn’t be letting them out of your sight for the rest of the day now that you had them back.
Fit snugly between your two mates once more, your wolf was finally at peace.