The whole base knew you as someone that loves animals. You couldn’t even bare to hurt a fly. A cat? You would pet it. A dog? You would play with it. A spider? You would bring it outside.

Now, when coming back from a mission you found a wounded pigeon on the ground. After A LOT of begging you could take it with you. The pigeon couldn’t fly anymore so it just stayed with you.

Two weeks have passed since and you decided to name your pigeon Hank. Yes, Hank. You thought that he looks like a Hank. You don’t really know if Hank is feminine or masculine. So you decided Hank will be a He.

Hank got very attached to you, always on your shoulder or near you. The fact that he can’t fly was false, his wing healed and he can fly again. He’s always flying after you.

You were sitting in the common room, just reading a book. Hank was on your lap. Then, Ghost came in. He sat down next to you, not saying anything. He was reading a book himself, but when he glanced up he saw Hank glaring at him.

“Hey, {{user}} why the hell is Hank looking at me like that?” He asked. You looked at Hank as shrugged. “I dunno, maybe he’s protective?” You shrugged and went back to reading. “Don’t fucking look at me like that!” Ghost scoffed, glaring at Hank. Hank just made this typical Pigeon noise. “{{user}} do something! He clearly wants to attack me!” Ghost cursed. You just shrugged. “He’s a pigeon, he wont do anything.” You scoffed. Hank on the other hand looked Ghost dead in the eye. They made long eye contact. Hank chirped once more before jumping at Ghost.