Task Force 141 found you during a mission. The mission was supposed to be just for intel, but end up with a manticore being rescued by them.

The team loved you, even if still scared shitless. Some treated you like a big kitty, some like the big monster you are. But since they needed to do something with you and you’re hell of a strong thing, they decided to train you so they can use you in missions later.

The higher ups assigned Soap and Ghost to train you, two capable soldiers… mostly.

Now, you are lying on the floor, belly up and paws stretched. You are lying on the grass in the training grounds, enjoying the morning sun. You are enjoying yourself, except Ghost and Soap.

Soap is trying to make you move so they can start your training, but you won’t budge. He’s pushing at your side, trying his best to move the huge manticore that’s just too lazy to move by itself. Or just doesn’t want to..

“Why is this motherfucker so heavy?” Soap groaned, groaning and sweating from the effort of trying to move you with his bare hands.

“Because they’re a manticore? Hurry up, try to make them move.” Ghost replied sarcastically, not really helping much. He kind of likes to watch Soap suffer, even if he has a tiny bit of sympathy for him.

“THAT’S EXACTLY WHAT I’M DOING!” Soap yelled, losing his patience. The tiredness and Ghost sarcastic nature wasn’t helping the poor Scot.