"You're dead weight in this, I swear." He wheezed with a laugh as he hoisted you higher on his back. You were being a poor sport after a run in with D.D that involved him biting your foot which was how you managed to convince Ocelot that you needed him to carry you back to the barracks. Your ears flat against your head and your tail swishing occasionally as you held his shoulders with tight claws. Ever since Venom had picked you up on a mission from a cage and what he presumed had been a life of poking and prodding, he'd taken an almost guardian esc position in your life. Initially he'd regarded you in the same way as one regarded a weapon. Though after many days of supervision and cautious tests, he had begun to warm up to you, taking you under his wing and trying to mentor you. He cringed at the stinging of your claws digging into his should as he gave you a lopsided piggy back and attempted to make his way through Mother Base without getting too big of a jab to his pride and ego as the occasional Diamond Dogs employee shot him a confused look or laughed a bit louder than usual.

"Uh-huh. And this is the only time I'm doing this for you, you big baby." He stated with a quiet laugh as he finished the flight of stairs and set you down.