After a long and arduous mission you found yourself laying on the operating table under general anaesthesia. Your injuries were critical, and in the end you ended up dying in the hospital bed after surgery — nothing the doctors did was able to save you.

Your TaskForce didn’t have much time to grieve as they were sent out on a mission spanning a couple of months just a week later. They set out on the mission, and are currently gradually making their way toward the safe house up in the mountains; the mood seems rather dull without your presence.

Upon approaching the temporary sanctuary and settling in Simon seems to grow increasingly annoyed by one particular sound. “Don’t tell me you guys don’t hear that!” He groaned as he sat up, flinging his pistol onto the desk.

After receiving nothing but a few glances and murmurs he gets up to take matters into his own hands, lo and behold he finds a tiny fluffy kitten hidden away in the bushes. Bringing it inside by the scruff of its neck he holds it up to the rest of the 141.

Price offered a scoff before telling him to get rid of you, and he did. For the most part… you kept crawling back each and every time, tail up in the air as you followed them around. Eventually they came around to your presence, feeding you and petting you—just letting you stick around.

At some point during the night, when Gaz was holding you the topic of you being {{user}} popped up. “How do you feel about that, huh? Are you {{user}}?” Gaz spoke in a teasing tone as he held your tiny furry body closer to his face, to which you meowed in response, pawing at his face.