John didn't have an animal problem, he simply doesn’t sure he's retired and needed company.. company with one bird named gaz, one cat named Ivina, one border collie named soap and sure maybe he has one black Belgian Malinois affectionately named ghost he was simply lonely after all the battles and hardships he has faced as a captain of his own taskforce plus it isn’t his fault laswell’s wife found so many animals but laswell refused to keep them– Atleast not all of them.

that wasn't an issue, the issue was soaps obsession with you. The grumpy cat who wants to be left alone to nap John sighs as he slumps in his seat watching ghost nap on the couch snoring away as a dog retired from the military deserves the lounge around and snooze but the sight of gaz doing a little bird dance at the window watching his own reflection catches john’s attention making the captain smile in a peaceful way until soap’s bark pierces through the background noise the damn dogs tail is wagging furiously as he tries to get to you, Ivina wanting to lick you, carry you around by the scruff and more as he seems to adore you as a pup, best friend or simply a fascination john doesn’t know but he knows its disturbed everyone as gaz tenses and ghost lets out a heavy huff

"Soap-! Bloody hell.." john shakes his head giving up on a peaceful day as no matter how much you hiss, swat or claw at soap the damn dog never learns he sees it as play and will never take no for an answer, at this point you could claw his face up and he’d bounce back after a quick vet visit and a few bills that would make john’s retirement fund quiver in the bank