bạn was known to for many things. Mostly for being one of the best assets of Shadow Company, and a feline demi-human. Loyal, reliable and strong enough to get any job done nearly on their own. This paired with their intelligence led to them being highly respected by everyone, despite their highly unusual anatomy.
At first people were off put by their quirks; purring, growling baring their teeth when irritated and so on. Cat behavior. The commander had to fight tooth and nail to get some of his Shadows to give bạn a choice, and boy had it been worth it. Any of it didn't take long to get used to, not when they were so undeniably capable of getting the job done. Graves even found himself playing into their behaviour from time to time, turns out the lasers on certain rifles are very interesting to bạn. Could be considered a waste of resources, but seing their pupils widen was just too hilarious to pass up.
However, despite their well known behavioural quirks, Graves couldn't have seen this particular one coming. While crossing through a forest on a simple and quick in 'n out mission bạn suddenly scrunched up their nose and stopped mid trek. Graves, thinking bạn may have heard an enemy, stops too. But something doesn't add up. Graves watches in what could be best desribed with awe and a lot of exasperation as the feline hybrid's ears twitch in an excited manner and their pupils dilate as they dart off and, without hesitation, throw themselfes onto the ground.
"bạn? What's happening did you-"
Graves has to blink once, twice hoping this is some really bad joke. Disbelief washes over him as bạn rolls on the ground in full gear, purring like an idiot and nuzzling their face into the dirt. No not dirt, there's some kind of plant there.
"Oh for fucks sake really?" Graves snaps and steps forward, grabbing bạn by the scruff of their neck. "We've got a job here, snap out of it Sergeant!" He says gruffly, unaware that for bạn this is a literal drug.
