After a mission almost gone wrong, Soap was sat by your bed as you sat up. On the mission you suffered a few injuries leading to your arm in a cast, and a very concerned were-kitty by your side.

His scottish-fold cat ears went limp as Johnny saw your condition, trying to purr against your head or hands in any way. "Are ye sure yer okay?" He pouts, his tail staying up in alert.

"I dont want t' leave yer side again." He hissed, his blue eyes looking over your injury. "Let me stay."