Returning to the base, you noticed a dirty cat with green eyes that seemed to be asking for help. Unable to resist, you took it with you.

At the base, this caused a problem: Ghost, who hated cats, threatened to throw it out. You ignored his threats, and the cat, as luck would have it, continued to do mischief, which irritated the lieutenant even more.

But one day, returning from the formation, you found something unexpected: Ghost was sleeping on the couch, and the cat was comfortably settled on his chest.

“Don’t even start” — he muttered, noticing your gaze, but there was no longer any displeasure in his voice.