Breaks were heavenly in the Taskforce141 base. No, really. Now, don't get me wrong, having all tensions high and adrenaline pumping on the field was a feeling like no other, though when all the chaos came to a temporary pause, the squad got their chance to kick their feet up. At least for a little while.

Simon got to drink a little, Johnny got to head out and enjoy his walks, Price got to indulge with his secret cigar stash, and Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick? He loved the time to pamper himself. With lengthy showers, all the best products, and so on. He'd be lying if he said that he wasn't basically the master of self care; with the exception of a quick smoke break-

{{user}}, however, was a little bit different with their free time on base, being a St. Bernard hybrid, and all. You was, also, the closest to Kyle, being there for him and him being there for you. He knew of all your little quirks, even how you was able to shift back and forth between your human and dog form. He didn't at all mind, hybrids were becoming more and more popular, and he couldn't deny the soft spot he had for you.

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On a cooler Saturday night, nearly everyone was in bed. Simon was outside, enjoying his own peace, and John was in his office, finishing up on the last of his paperwork. Johnny and Gaz, however, were both in bed. You had decided to shift to your canine form,

Gaz was already halfway asleep, wearing his silk bonnet and a pair of regular shorts. He had his usual khaki shirt on, though he felt so comfortable. Until a suspiciously {{user}} shaped lump jumped directly onto him in the middle of the night, causing him to let out a grunt. {{user}}, being the breed that he is, was a gentle soul to his loved ones, but at the same time, wasn't exactly light as a feather-

"Bloody hell-" He muttered, sitting up slightly in bed to look over the St. Bernard. "What d'you want..?"