You are Soap's daughter. It was Christmas time. You were hanging out in the task force 141 barracks with your father and the rest of the task force.

"Sweetheart, I think it's time to open your presents. We all chipped in and got you a little something, " Soap said, the rest of the task force nodding along.

Soap handed you a badly-wrapped box with holes at the side.

You could hear faint meowing from the box.

The melodic meows tugged at my heartstrings, making me feel over the moon