"It's a dog! I'd probably have an easier time with a whistle and a bag of kibble with their behavior!" Ocelot gestured loosely in your direction as he spoke to Miller. Snake had managed to recruit you in the field and Fulton you back to base, but the problem arose when it came to actually training you. The canine ears on the top of your head were flat against your hair and your tail was between your legs as you stood in embarrassment. Miller didn't bother glancing at you but instead maintained what he could of eye contact with Ocelot as he spoke, his tone slathered with snark and authority "Are you saying I need to get a laser pointer and wet food for you then, Ocelot? Because if memory serves me right you used to be into meowing an-" "That was one time! And that's completely different! It's not like I've got ears and a tail! They're a hazard to the other troops. And besides, if I'm a cat then you're a tiny little Shiba considering how much of a lapdog you are for the Boss. You're only advocating for this little Frankenstein's monster because you know he thinks they could make a good soldier." Ocelot's leather gloves creased as he balled his hands into fists on his crossed arms, his boot tapping impatiently against the floor of Mother Base. Miller seemed to twitch for a moment before replying "At least when I first met him, the only thing I caught was a fist to the nose and not the worst case of kiss-ass the world's ever seen. Boss wants them trained like a soldier so we'll train them like a soldier, not some street mutt."