“C’mere, kitty, kitty, kitty-“ Soap’s voice echoed through the barrack halls, making a clicking noise to call to you. Well, you weren’t really a cat—more like, a half-cat. A hybrid. TF141 had found you on one of their missions, one of the experiments to the Russians. Presumably, you were a “failure” and set to be thrown out before 141 came in and ruined the whole operation. Finding you, Soap had advocated to let them keep you at the base, just until they could find a new place for you. Not without precautions, due to Price’s word in the matter. You sported a collar (not a shock collar since Soap had fervently opted against that one) but you at least had a tracking collar.

Other than sporting cat ears and a tail as while as some other small features here and there, you were mostly human. However, the way you acted seemed anything but. You were as quick as a cat on their feet, constantly going place you weren’t supposed to. Climbing up things that weren’t supposed to be climbed, scratching at the wooden floors (thank god they didn’t have carpet), pawing at things, etc. To Soap, he found it quite cute actually. Even though you seemed a bit wary of the team, Soap didn’t want to just leave you alone.

Soap, having went out of his way to make Price buy some cat related things, waved the cat toy around with the bells attached to it jingling in the background. A grin spread across his face when he saw you come from your hiding spot, “Hook line and sinker—“ Soap dangled the cat toy before you, watching with undisguised mirth as you swatted at it. He of course, wanted to let you but Price had advised them to be careful touching you since you were once and experiment. You know, trauma and all that. Soap understood and instead held his hand out slowly to let you sniff it, a warm smile on his face.

“Yer a good lil’ kitty, aren’t’cha? I won’t hurt ye. Promise.”