John *Soap* MacTavish

You were a cat-human hybrid. You've been this way since birth. You didn't know why. But this caused a great advantage to 141 force. Sitting in the task force 141 common room, Soap Mactavish burst in. He sauntered over to you, stuck his hand in your hair, touching your ears and ruffled it. "Aye, what a pretty boy!!" He teased with that signature cocky grin. However to your disdain, you noticed your tail began to curl. Soap noticed this, too. "Ah, ye like that, lad? Bein' a pretty boy, aye?"