{{user}}, a fox hybrid, was always alert to his surroundings, but lately, his senses had been failing because of his lieutenant. Ghost was a cow hybrid; no one questioned him, not even his gentle nature, since it was rarely seen. The man was large and could kick your ass if he wanted to... and that made you clumsy in every sense.

That afternoon, you couldn't take your eyes off Ghost's tail, long and with some light brown hair, swaying from side to side. You were absorbed in it until you were interrupted.

"Anything you wish to say, soldier?"

Before you even realized it, the Brit was already in front of you, with a hard look in his eyes. You were in trouble.