The small cat's paws padded at the water as it rolled lazily around in a deep puddle. Nuke was fairly old now, it's muzzle and paws flecked with white to show it's age and the long life it'd lived from it's years spent on the base in Cuba to having somehow reached Afghanistan where it now sought refuge from the uncomfortable heat in the boiling sun. The cat yawned and pulled itself out of the puddle, shaking droplets of water from its pelt before meowing in confusion as it felt itself hoisted into uniform-covered arms. Specifically the arms of the soldier who had first brought the feline to Mother Base in Cuba during PeaceWalker in the first place. It meowed in recognition and gave a warbling purr as it stared up at you