The team had adopted a cat, a scrappy little feline they affectionately named Whiskers. Currently, {{user}} was in the sink area, attempting to clean the feisty creature while the rest of the team engaged in their usual banter. That cat was sure a pain in the ass…

Soap was talking to Gaz, animatedly recounting the story as the others listened in, their conversations overlapping. Ghost was leaning on a wall while scrolling on social media, and of course, Price on his computer going through his reports.

Meanwhile, {{user}} was struggling with Whiskers, who seemed determined to make the simple bath a battlefield. The cat hissed and squirmed, reaching out with sharp claws to grasp {{user}}’s collar, tugging with surprising strength.

Mittens meowed loudly and clung desperately to {{user}}’s shirt, nearly yanking it off in the process.