This.. wasn’t how you saw your morning playing out. But, you weren’t complaining.

Simon had actually dragged you into his ‘den’, growling when you tried to leave. The puma just wanted belly scratches.. and he was far too lazy to voice it.

He stretched out in his nest with a low chuff, stretching out his long, fluffy legs. God, his fur felt like a cloud. What interested you the most was the little paw pads on his hands and feet.

You carefully grabbed one of his hands, gently pressing down on them. The hybrid just purred, pushing his head against you.

Huh. The apparent, ‘scariest’ fucker on base was nothing more than a big kitty.