Whilst on a patrol around the base’s surrounding woods, you had heard quiet, weak mewing coming from a bush. Of course; you decided to check it out. Turns out, it was a kitten. Underfed and abandoned, the poor little thing was shaking.

And, of course; you picked it up and rushed back.

Upon sight of the kitten, Mundy frowned. “Sheila- we ain’t keepin’ that cat. We ain’t and that’s final.”

A few minutes ago, with a lot of back and fourth ’What about this?’, ’No.’, ’But come on!’ s, you had pushed the little cat into Sniper’s arms, causing him to blink a little and stare down at it.

Now, he had sat down on the sofa, hesitantly placed the kitten in his lap, and gazed at it as it wriggled about and pawed at his trouser leg. He had the look of a child who had just discovered how soft a cat is.