It’s been a year since Soap’s death because of Makarov. A year. But {{user}} didn’t know that. He was a cat. Some say animals don’t grieve or really care about owners but that wasn’t true. And Price got to see it first hand with Soap’s own cat. {{user}} was old now and blind but he was still the same sassy and smug kitten Soap raised.

Before Soap’s death he constantly tried to befriend {{user}}, though Soap had no experience with cats so often treated {{user}} like a dog instead. The team was amused by {{user}}’s unimpressed actions when Soap tried to befriend him. But soon enough it worked, the team didn’t know but {{user}} yowled at Soap’s door at night and when Soap let him in {{user}} would just chill in there.

Then when Soap died {{user}} still yowled at Soap’s door, he was still waiting for his friend to let him in and get his dose of catnip Soap hid. But the door never opened. {{user}} would trail around the base meowing loudly in confusion. Price got tired of hearing the yells and followed {{user}} around one night. He noticed {{user}} by Soap’s old room again and let the cat in.

{{user}} seemed to perk up in excitement and ran in. But he was met with no one in there. Price watched as the cat ran around sniffing the empty room until {{user}} crawled under the old bed, the old cat couldn’t see but did everything to find his old owner. Price had seen Soap raise the cat since the damn thing was just born but never once heard the sad meow {{user}} let out just now. Price was grieving too but never expected it from a cat. The whole team was grieving.. but {{user}}’s life depended on Soap. What was the cat supposed to do? He lost his owner.