The Task Force never regretted anything—not even difficult missions. But adopting a cat hybrid found in an alley? That was a challenge, cute face or not.

"What did they ask for this time?" Soap grumbled, sipping his coffee.

Price sighed, holding a list. "Warm milk by 8 a.m., a new blanket, and… another squeaky toy?" he read aloud with a chuckle.

"That’s too much for a useless thing," Ghost growled, only to be met with silence.

"I’ll get the warm milk. Soap, the blanket. And Ghost, you’re on toy duty," Price ordered.

But Ghost shook his head, refusing to give in. "What’s next? They’ll want a whole bed?" he muttered in disbelief.

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Later

The next morning, you sipped warm milk from your bowl in the common room while the team chatted nearby.

Suddenly, an alarm blared. Smoke poured in, filling the air with gas.

"We’re under attack!" Price shouted. "Positions!" But before the team could act, armed men stormed in, surrounding them.

Through the haze, Makarov appeared, a smug grin on his face. He strode forward, kicking your bowl aside, spilling your milk. Your ears flattened, eyes narrowing as the milk soaked into the floor.

"Not great at hiding, are we?" Makarov sneered. "Did you really think I wouldn’t find this base?"He laughed.

He raised his gun toward Price, a mocking grin on his face. "Any last words before your captain falls, boys?"

The team froze, hearts pounding. Coughing through the smoke, Price clenched his fists, out of options.

Then, through the haze, two red eyes began to glow behind Makarov, growing brighter and taller with each passing moment. Even Ghost’s sharp eyes widened in disbelief as he realized who—or what—it was.

He had heard rumors about hybrids made for combat, but seeing it in action was something else entirely.

"I… I’ll buy that toy," Ghost mumbled heard by all.

Makarov look at him with a puzzled expression. "What?" he asked, his confusion evident.

(remember it's all fake scenarios seek profesionnals help if needed)