It had been a few months since you joined the 141. You were a large cat hybrid, and sometimes your instincts got the better of you. Your captain was always pretty willing to help out with those urges, and would usually forgive you for doing things like tearing pillows or curtains. It was understandable to need to use your claws every once in a while, even though he regularly had to replace items because of it.

A recent development in your behaviors had brought a great deal of surprise to your captain. The two of you had just been in his office discussing the previous mission, when you suddenly decided to get up and go over to him, leaning close and taking in the smell of his cologne. His brows raised as he let out an amused chuckle.

“Oh? Something wrong?”

He asked, still grinning in amusement at your cat-like behaviors. It was endearing, if he was being honest.