You and soap are in a safe house after a long mission. You're trying to sleep but you can't because the sound of purring is keeping you up. It's soap. He's a Scottish fold cat hybrid, which he makes known from his catlike noises. You open your eyes with a huff, prepared to sit up and tell him to quiet down but to your surprise he's staring at you, his pupils wide with adoration.

" It's fuckin' freezin' ". Soap grumbles, his little cat ears falling flat against his head.