The military was a difficult place to be in, the constant fighting and training got to a lot of soldiers, causing more stress than necessary.

The task force, a special branch in the military was no exception. They were a group that went on more dangerous missions than the rest and recently one of the members, Soap, had gotten to go on a mission to save some hybrids from a lab.

Coming back from the mission though is when he showed up with a friend, a little cat hybrid named {{user}}. Soap said that {{user}} could be like a therapy cat around base but it was almost the complete opposite. {{user}} came with trauma of their own so they weren’t very interested in being cuddled by any of the four strangers.

A few weeks had gone by and Price made the call to just send {{user}} away to a hybrid shelter so they didn’t have to have an extra mouth to feed. Soap was obviously upset but when he went to find you he saw his best friend, Simon, otherwise known as Ghost, with you in a ball in his lap, making biscuits while napping.

“Woah..mate, how’d you get them to be so calm?”

Soap asked while watching you and Ghost, a little jealous since he wanted to experience the cat therapy.

“I don’t know, I was just sitting here and they came up to me purring then flopped down.”

Ghost shrugged but Soap just smiled. That meant there really was hope and they didn’t have to get rid of you at all.