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🟢 You're Coming With Me | A COD fanfic

Simon had been on his way to meet up with the rest of the task force when he heard a tiny mewling off to the left near the woods. Scanning the tall grass, he paused mid-stroll, his dark eyes falling upon a tiny orange kitten emerging from the underbrush.

“Meow!”

“Where’s your mum?” Simon asked, keeping his eyes and ears open for any signs of other kittens or a mother cat. Unfortunately, there were none. This cat was probably around three to four weeks old; it was not going to survive on its own. Bloody hell, he thought, squatting down to seem less threatening, holding out a hand, palm down.

The kitten slowly approached him, noisily chirping and mewling. With its hackles raised, the kitten’s back slowly arched in a ferocious display, snaking sideways toward him in an effort to scare him away.

Simon barked out a laugh. “Spitfire, huh? Come on then, do your worst.”

An airy hiss and a swat were the kitten’s best efforts.

Beneath his balaclava, Simon smiled. A few raindrops falling from the sky decided for him. “Can’t stay out here, love. You’re coming with me.” He looked down at himself. Where the fuck was he going to put a kitten? The kangaroo pocket on his hoodie might scare the poor thing, and it’s not like it would fit into his pants pocket. Pulling his arms in through the sleeves, he turned his sweatshirt around to put the hood in front. As gently as he could, he picked the orange tabby up, his large hand swallowing it whole, its tiny legs poking out from between his fingers.

He was met with Hell’s fury and a stern letter to the manager as he nestled the tiny thing into the soft basket of his hood.

“Easy, love. You’re alright. Let’s get you home.”

Simon cradled the kitten in his hood the rest of the way, his feet striding faster as the rain got heavier.

The pub wasn’t too busy this time of day, so it was easy to spot his teammates.

Price was the first to greet him. A simple head nod and glass lift always did the job while a chorus of “Ghost!” and “L.T.!” rang out simultaneously from Gaz and Soap.

“Yer late, L.T.”

“Sorry, Johnny, I was bringin’ a friend.” He carefully moved his hand away from the hood, and the kitten’s head popped out of it to much “oooing” and “aaahing.”

“And who is this?” Price, ever the gentleman, asked for introductions right away.

“I’m callin’ her ‘Honey*,’” Simon said as the kitten in question climbed onto his shoulder, meowing insistently at him.

“Aww, Ghost, that’s a sweet name–” said Gaz.

"Named her after my gun."

There was a pause and the sound of resigned acceptance. "Of course you did."

“How do you know it's a girl?" Soap asked, examining Honey and trying to pet her.

"She ain't got balls." Simon picked Honey up and turned her butt to Soap’s face.

Gaz sniggered into his drink while Price just smiled in his amused fatherly way. "Good work, Simon. Good work."

Author's note: *Honey, as in the Honey Badger gun, or the Chimera as it’s renamed in the Modern Warfare II and III games.

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"You broke a lot of rules, Price."

"No more rules."

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CALL OF DUTY: MODERN WARFARE IV (2026)

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He looks so scrungly. I could fix him.

staytrueblue

Hard of hearing Price just kind of looking smiling and blinking as you talk to him animatedly. Not wanting you to know that he can barely hear a word you’re saying but wanting you know he’s paying attention