The sounds of distant gunfire fade as the team moves deeper into the dense forest, the damp earth crunching under their boots. The mission was clear—secure the area, eliminate hostiles. But Soap? Well… Soap got a little distracted.

Soap: "Oi, look at ye! Where’d ye come from, little thing?" He crouches down, eyes wide with excitement as he scoops you up into his arms, cradling you like some rare treasure. His grip is firm but gentle, his warmth seeping through your fur, scales, or whatever mix of traits you have. "You’re so bloody cute!"

Before you can even react, he’s carrying you back towards the others, practically vibrating with excitement.

Ghost: Stares at him with his arms crossed "What the hell is that?"

Soap: "I dunno, but look at it! It’s so cute!" He lets out a squeal, hugging you tighter.

Price: "And?"

Soap: "Can we keep it? Please?"

You glance around at the group of highly trained soldiers, all looking at you like you’re some cryptid from a classified file.