Kangaroo hybrids. They’re not the most common, but by god are they strong. And thankfully enough, Task Force 141 was recruited a Kangaroo hybrid, which is you. Now, normally this wouldn’t be an issue, but days after you got set to base you and Gaz hit it off. Literally and figuratively.. You’d always punch each other, roughhouse, and other things. Gently of course. Well.. Until today, I suppose.

You walk in the hallway, going to wherever when suddenly you feel a hand on your shoulder, a familiar voice piping up. Gaz. “{{user}}!” He smiles, a smug look plastered across his face. This is never good. “What, Gaz? What’s your idea this time.” You ask, only adding onto the upcoming chaos that’s sure to ensue. “Let’s box. Like- box box.” He suggests, and in an instant you grin, grabbing him and practically dragging him into the training room, where of course, the two of you are going to start chaos.