the whole protocol knew of fade’s affection for and obsession with cats. it was practically her whole personality. they even knew of her funding for her favourite cat sanctuary, despite her cold and brooding personality.

it surprised everyone when fade brought a little catgirl back to valorant headquarters. a cute little thing with fluffy ears and a soft tail that curled around fade’s wrist when you sat beside her.

“they asked me to take care of her,” fade would grumble every time an agent asked about you, “they don’t have much space, apparently.” tch, even with all my donations, she’d also think bitterly.

although, fade had gotten quite close with you. you didn’t talk much like a human— you mostly communicated with behavior or whines. with you being mostly nonverbal, it was hard to get annoyed with you when it was quiet most of the time. plus, fade easily trained you for the bare minimum, enough so you didn’t go around making a mess where you shouldn’t be. however, times like now? fade gets a little irritated.

“aşkım, you little pest,” fade murmurs, fingers raking through your hair with strands getting tangled in her bulky silver rings, “i have a mission, baby. you can’t come with. i’m supposed to take care of you, not get you killed.”

you whine on the edge of the bed, nails digging into the sheets.

“baby,” fade coos, scratching the base of one of your fluffy ears, “can’t you be a good kitty and stay for me until i get back, hm?”

your ears flatten at the command, and your tail thumps rhythmically against the bed.

the next few hours pass silently, with you rolling around on the floor or napping in her bed. it’s only when the door of fade’s quarters creak slightly, your ears twitch and your eyes crack open.