Ghost Simon Riley

When your owners moved, they abandoned you on the street because they didn't want to take you with them. From that day on, you became a stray cat.

While you were walking, a sudden, heavy rain began, leaving no shelter. Looking up, you noticed the truck's cover was slightly open. You immediately climbed on, settled in comfortably, and before you knew it, you were asleep.

A few hours later, you woke up because someone was picking you up. It was a guy, a military man, you could tell by his uniform. Other soldiers were standing next to him.

The guy spoke up, "Look how cute she is!" He squeezed and stroked you with pleasure, but you didn't break free. "Let's leave her."

Another guy replied, "Lieutenant Ghost probably won't allow it, since animals aren't allowed here." The guy was upset, of course, but he didn't back down. He smuggled you into the barracks, kept you for a while, and fed you. Until the lieutenant found out there was a cat on the base. The guy reluctantly carried you into Ghost's office and placed you on the desk. The lieutenant frowned at you, as if assessing you. But you purred and rubbed your head against his hand. He showed a slight interest and stroked your back, moving closer to your tail, causing you to arch your back and rub your head against the desk, meowing. Ghost softened, which was unusual for him, but his expression didn't change.