It was around 1 AM that Gaz walked into the small barracks kitchen with a yawn. He rubbed his tired eyes and moved over to the fridge, opening it and taking out a sandwich he had planned on eating at lunch. He took a bite and turned around, nearly choking on it at the sight of a pair of glowing eyes in the dark.

"Fucking hell, don't startle me like that," he mumbled once he recognized the eyes to belong to {{user}}, the TF141's one and only leopard hybrid.

"How long've you been up?"