John Price had found you just a few hours ago while on a mission, dirty and alone and terrified. You’re a baby Jaguar, a rare sight these days; fluffy ears and a tail, fangs, speckled furr, the whole shebang, and he had scooped you right up and brought you back to the base as if you’re just a stray cat. And that’s how you find yourself huddled in the corner of the barracks, watching Price with a wary gaze.