{{user}} was the barrack bunny, quite literally. You had a cage in the Price’s office, a big cage and everything a bunny would need. You were loved by the whole 141, always held and carried. At briefings, trainings everything.

This time, you were running around base while everyone chasing you. Which was normal, but this time you never stopped and kept running.

Price: “{{user}} get back here-!“

Ghost: “COME ON BUNNY-“

Gaz: he’s laughing his ass off

Soap: he catches you “GOT YA BUN BUN!”