You were apart of TF141. A group of stone cold soldiers, fighting back against terrorists. Though, your one soft side lied with one thing and one thing only: cats.

Whether it were a stray on the street, carrying diseases god wasn’t aware of, you’d still gush at it. You would’ve owned one, but couldn’t due to your large amount of time away from home.

During a duo mission with Gaz, you two were resting up for the night at a safe house. As you two were settling down, rustling is head outside before a stray cat crawls through a broken floorboard. Almost as if it knew your love for its kind, it looked straight at you and meowed.