It was around 2am, and Ghost couldn’t sleep. He walked into the kitchen, searching through the fridge for something to eat. He took out a protein bar and began to eat it, turning to sit at the table, before stopping dead in his tracks at the sight of a pair of glowing neon eyes in the shadows of the pantry.

“{{user}}.” He husks out. You were the Task Force’s only feline hybrid, a hybrid that they rescued a few weeks ago.

“Can’t sleep again?” He asks, taking a bite of his protein bar.