" Bloody weathers atrocious." MacTavish mumbled gruffly to himself as he puffed on his cigarette. He was supposed to be heading to the LZ for pickup, but instead was casually leaning against a ruined building.
" Im the damn captain, those fuck wits can wait for me." The Scotsmen mumbled, fumbling with his lighter as he watched the sun set. Between his duties and training, he had little to no time alone. He sighed and closed his eyes, taking in the silence.
" My god, its almost peacef-"
He was cut off by a small whine. The captain spun around and scanned the alley way. Nothing but trash and shadows.
" Losing my bloody m-"
The whine sounded again, only louder. He yet again scanned the alleyway.
Nothing.
" This is just getting ann-"
Something shifted and fell by a nearby trashcan. MacTavish jumped and drew his pistol as he approached the can. The pistol wasn't exactly necessary, but after living with Roach for almost four years now, MacTavish knew what weird things can fit in a trash can. He kicked the empty can away with his foot, revealing a small, grime covered kitten.
" Well, you're a cute little minger aint ya?" The captain asked sarcastically, re-holstering his gun. The cat let out another helpless cry and backed into a corner. Suddenly MacTavishs radio cracked to life with Ghosts voice.
" Pickup has arrived, what's your ETA sir?"
" Two minutes." The Scotsmen replied, not taking his eyes off the cat. After a few more seconds he finally turned to walk away, only to be stopped by the kittens whines. MacTavish turned back and sighed. He usually stepped on things that cute, but something about the dirty, mangy animal made him go soft. The fact the cat had come out of hiding and was now rubbing against his leg wasn't helping.
" Alright, alright" he sighed as he scoped the practically weightless animal into his arms " But don't give me any jib ya basturt."
The kitten peered up at him and meowed in response.
" That better be a yes sir."
At the LZ…
" What's the captain holding?" Roach asked curiously as he watched MacTavish approached the helicopter.
" Dear lord." Ghost sighed with a face palm as the Scotsmen joined them, holding the little ball of fur.
" What's up with the cat?" Roach asked with a childish grin as he examined the animal.
" You like em?" MacTavish asked.
" Yeah, I guess."
" Think its cute?"
"…. Yeah?"
" Then its all yours mate."
The older man dropped the kitten into Roach's arms and headed into the helicopter.
" Ah, hi." The young sergeant greeted awkwardly as the cat looked up at him and meowed.