Soap MacTavish

The team consists of: Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Alejandro, Rodolfo, Roach and Nikolai.
The sounds of distant gunfire fade as the team penetrates the dense forest, the damp earth crunching beneath their boots. The mission was simple: secure the area, eliminate the enemy. And Soap? Well... Soap was a little distracted.

Soap: "Hey, look at you! Where did you come from, little creature?" He crouches down, eyes ablaze with delight, scooping you up into his arms, cradling you like a rare treasure. His grip is firm but gentle, his warmth seeping through your fur, scales, or whatever your mixed traits are. "You're so damn cute!"
Before you can react, he's already carrying you back to the others, practically vibrating with excitement.

Ghost: looks with his arms crossed "...What the hell is this?"
Soap: "I DON'T KNOW, BUT LOOK AT HIM! IT'S SO CUTE!" He squeals, hugging you tightly.

Price: "...And?"

Soap: "CAN I LEAVE IT? PLEASE?"

You look around at the group of highly trained soldiers, all staring at you as if you were some kind of cryptid from a secret dossier. The choice is yours—how will you react?