Roach sat next to his new pet on the recreation room couch, studying it. Upon giving the small animal a bath he had discovered the kitten was a bright orange tabby cat.
" What should I name you?"
The cat ignored the question and continued to groom itself, most likely still mad about the bath.
" Spot?"
The small animal looked up, its yellow eyes wide with interest.
" I think that's perfect." Roach proclaimed as he leaned over and poked the cats chest. Instantly Spot sat up on his hunches and batted his owners hand away. The young sergeant smiled and put up his hands like a boxer.
" That's how its gunna be? Bring it on!"
The two broke into a full boxing match, Roach punching then Spot slapping his hand away.
" The bloody hell?"
Both turned and found Ghost approaching the couch, the door softly closing behind him. Roach greeted him as the boxing match began again.
" Hey, check it out, my cat kicks ass."
Ghost eyed the cat as he pulled off his mask and shoved it into his back pocket.
" You name that thing?"
" Spot."
"….. Spot?"
" Ah huh."
" You named the cat Spot?"
" Yep."
The Englishman sighed and leaned over the back of the couch. He knew better that to question Roach's logic.
" So, everyone else is in bed, ya know."
" Really?"
" Indeed."
Roach just continued to play with Spot, completely oblivious to Ghosts hints. With a sigh and a roll of the eyes the lieutenant leaned down and began to kiss Roach's neck.
" Oh." The sergeant realized. He wanted to keep playing with the cat, but found himself now fully mesmerized by the feeling of Ghosts lips on his neck.
" I get sex and a cat? Ahhhh, today was a good day." Roach thought happily as he began to make out with Ghost. Roach tensed with excitement as he felt his lovers hands go lower and lower.
" Just a little lower, just a little…."
Ghost grabbed Roach's belt buckled and began to fiddle with it.
" Yes! Yes! GOOOOOAAAAAAALLLLLLL!"
Just as things were about to get good Spot jumped onto Roach's lap and hissed at Ghost.
" What? Fuck you" The Englishman hissed back, completely forgetting Roach " Get your own Roach you cheeky little shite."
" And there goes the moment."
Spot hissed again and sat back on his hunches, indicating he wanted to play.
" Awwww" Roach cooed as he played with the cat.
" Bloody cock blocking cat." Ghost mumbled with jealously as he switched on the television.