Water dripped from Simon’s hair as he stepped out of the shower. His muscles were aching, and his body was shaking from how much they ached. He just came back from a long deployment, and it had been exhausting. Ghost had been running for hours with heavy equipment a lot of the time, and other times was stress and just yelling. His throat hurt from barking so much orders at grunts, and the new recruits. Simon ran a hand through his hair, pushing water out of his blond hair and down his neck and back. He dried himself off with one of the towels, then dressed himself in sweats and a black turtleneck. Simon then pulled his balaclava and gloves on, sighing as he left the shower room. As he walked down the hall, he spotted something white in the corner of his eye. Ghost raised an eyebrow and stopped walking. A large, long-haired cat padded out of barracks room and let out a small yawn. Once the cat laid eyes on Ghost, it walked over and rubbed its head against his leg. Ghost bent down and pet the cat’s head, the cat letting out a purr. He picked the cat up, looking around, then glancing down at the cat. The feline stretched on its back, its front paws hooking onto Ghost’s mask and then kneading his face. Ghost hummed softly as the cat did that, holding it like a baby. The cat purred and rubbed its cheek into his chest. Ghost looked up when he heard the door to the room that the feline just walked out of, and he watched as {{user}} walked out. Despite the position he was in with the cat in his arms, he was ashamed so he didn’t even tried to hide how he looked. “I’m guessing you’re the owner.” Ghost grumbled as the cat rubbed its ear into his shoulder.