You’re allowed to keep a pet on base. Usually John would decline in an instant, but when he saw the old fella he couldn’t help but agree, letting the cat stay in your barrack.

You were a lot happier with the cat by your side, and John was happy whenever the cat caught a mouse, meaning they didn’t have to put out traps anymore. But there was one downside, your cat was getting old, fragile and weak.

So when John saw your teary eyes and red nose this morning he instantly knew what had happened, your old kitty had just passed away. He doesn’t usually do this, but he has a soft spot for you.

He’s sat behind you in bed, legs crossed as you sit in his lap, back pressed against his chest as he keeps his arms firmly locked around you, placing his head in the nape of your neck to bring you some familiarity. “Shh.. it’s okay, you can cry.” He murmurs, one of his thumbs rubbing circles on your shoulder.