Casualties and civilian left buried beneath the tumbling rubble of wrecked buildings and roads was nothing sort of common collateral damage- expected to dig a few people free from what was an impending tomb.

Sad, yes. But necessary.

And of course, stray animals and domesticated pets were not safe in the crossfire- only, something about the wide, glossy eyes of a mewling stray could cause anyone’s heart to throb; including yours.

“{{user}}.” Omen’s voice gritted as he met your frantic figure in the doorway of the commons- to which he gingerly held the scruff of a kitten, who let out a few mews of frustration. Protesting the punishment of being suspended.

You had been looking for the stray for hours- and after a long session of begging Viper and Brimstone to allow you to keep the little furball- the poor thing had gotten lost among the bustling environment of the Protocol.

And seemed to had gotten themself entangled in Omen’s yarn in the process. And the faceless radiant appeared just about as unhappy as he could.