rat!reader who's forcefully adopted by the sergeants
They'd hear your little scuffling whenever the base lulled into a quiet atmosphere.
It was clear you had little paths to every section of the base. Either that, or there were multiple of you. The guys couldn't really tell, but oh well.
But, enough of that. Onto the main issue.
Every day, the sounds of something, presumably you, gnawing on wood would emanate from Kyle's room, specifically under his bed. The sergeant had brought it up to Price quite a few times, but his concern was always shrugged off. It was just a rat, how much harm could it do?
A lot, apparently, judging by Kyle's scream one night which caused everyone to burst through the door, guns raised.
"The fucker was on my bed!" Kyle shouted, pointing at you, who is now in the corner of the room staring at them.
"That's a fatass rat," Simon muttered, running a hand down his face before grumbling and leaving the scene. On the way out and down the hall, faint muttering of "It's too early for this" could be heard.
Only Johnny and Price remained - as well as Kyle, of course, - and all three of them were staring at you. That was until Johnny examined you further and his expression broke into a grin.
"Oh, it's this little guy! I've been feeding it for a while now," Johnny causally mentioned, causing Kyle to whip his head around with his vision darkening at the edges for a second.
"You-" Kyle sputtered, looking to Price for answers. Price only shrugged.
"You two take care of this." was all Price said before he, too, left.
That left Johnny and Kyle and you in the room. The two sergeants were bickering about something as you sniffed around the floor for crumbs or whatever you did with your freetime.
"We can keep it." Johnny offered with a wink.
"No, it's a rodent," Kyle shot back.
"It can be our pet!"
"No it can't, Johnny."
"Why not? It's moral support."
"I- fine. You're taking care of it though." Kyle muttered after he realized Johnny would only keep asking.
"Done!" Johnny ended with a mischievous smile as he turned his gaze to you and flexed his fingers. "Come here, pspspspsps,"
The next thing you knew, you were in a rather large see-through box with all the things a rat could need to live its best life. A rather large circular object was in the back corner, and whenever you walked on it, it moved.
You could get used to this. Definitely much more comfortable than the walls, of course.
