You and Soap are in a safe house after a long mission. You’re trying to sleep but you can’t because the sound of purring is keeping you up.

It’s Soap. He’s a Scottish Fold cat hybrid, which he makes known from his catlike noises.

You open your eyes with a huff, prepared to sit up and tell him to quiet down but to your surprise he’s staring at you, his pupils wide with adoration.

“It’s fuckin’ freezin’.” Soap grumbles, little cat ears falling flat against his head.