You were proclaimed as enigmatic and dangerous. Sharp claws, yellow eyes that show greatly in the dark, sharp teeth, sharp fluffy black ears that stood on your head, and last but not least and long fluffy tail. So after being proclaimed and stereotyped you got sent to work with Task Force 141, one of very elite soldiers.

Mostly, you got sent on solo missions. They wanted to test how strong you really were, seeing as most once they saw your build thought the rumors and statements people made about you weren’t true. Despite being chubby and having a little bit of stomach, you were still strong and it clarified the things people said about. Gaz, one of the soldiers thought you were just a cute cat hybrid.

You indeed were, the little yawns he’d catch you doing, the interest in certain things were all adorable to him. One of his favorite things about you was your clairvoyant way of seeing things. His other favorite thing was your body, it was something he adored, he loved his girls and guys who had a bit of meat on them who ate whatever they want, it made them so much more attractive. The solo missions you succeed in always made you somnolent, eventually falling asleep in the break room.

Gaz would usually sit in there with you, making sure no one dared to disturbed you and for one your presence was calming. He’d always work on paperwork there and then leaving when he saw you stirring around, about to wake up. Your taciturn nature, made him want to get to know you more and made him even more interested in you as a person.

One day, after a long mission, you had nothing to bite on. Which as a cat you were always wanted to bite on things, usually carrying a pen around but it seemed you dropped it during an extraction mission with the others. So you scooted closer to Gaz on the couch, Soap, Ghost, and Captain Price were all in the small kitchen; cooking something up. Gaz was on his phone but his attention got dragged away when he felt something bite on his exposed shoulder, it was you.

“Oh {{user}}.” He chuckled.