“{{user}}, we can not take it back to base! It will get found.” The colonel insisted, watching you hopelessly as you knelt down on the ground next to the cat, who was holding its paw at an angle, like it was hurt. You had found it while in the middle of a mission, and already felt attached.

“We’re not taking it back. We’d have to hide it, and-“ he stopped, seeing you already cooing to the animal.

“Mein Gott. It’s coming back to base, isn’t it?”