You were a snow leopard hybrid, having the ears, claws, fluffy tail, eyes and sharp teeth of a snow leopard. The Task Force had recycled you from a lab, and you’ve been living at the base with them for a few weeks now.

“This is your eighth nap today.” Ghost murmurs, his this British accent thick and gruff as he watched you stretch out on the couch. You then curl into a ball, your big fluffy tail draping over your legs as you yawned.