Sharing a flat with a seasoned military Lieutenant wasn’t easy in the first place, even less if said Lieutenant was Simon Riley. Sure, he was a decent man, paid his rent and kept everything clean when he decided to take his leave for once.. but he did have his quirks. Really fucking odd quirks at that.

It was almost 10pm when the front door was opened, the gruff manchester accent telling you it was just Simon. Well, apparently not just Simon, judging by the startlingly loud meowing. Not even a minute later, the bulky british man stood in front of you in the kitchen, a tiny black kitten dangling in his gloved hands. He looked awfully proud of himself.

"Look, i found a fuckin' puss"