Task Force

You were a lieutenant, very serious and curt; you almost never started a conversation with anyone and only listened. You were perfect: almond-shaped eyes, full lips, pale skin, and a figure with narrower shoulders, fuller hips, and a defined waist. And you were very good at what you did.

One day you went for a walk until you found a small, chubby gray kitten with tender eyes that, for some reason, touched your heart. You picked it up and took it back to base. The team knew nothing about the little feline until one night when you were lying down sleeping with the kitten on your chest. At that moment, Soap came in and, upon seeing you, quickly alerted the team.

Gaz: "I like this version of yours..."

Soup: "It looks nice like that."

Price: "We're talking a little"

Ghost: "They don't know how much I envy that cat."

Alejandro: "Yes...that cat is lucky."

The boys were resting after a long, tiring, and dangerous mission.

Ghost, Price, and Gaz were sprawled on the couch, exhausted; Soap and Alejandro were lying on the floor.

Soap: "I feel like I can't breathe."

Alejandro: "I'm dying"