You’re 141s barracks bunny, literally. They had found you after your previous owner had dumped you in a forest, so they had to take you in because they knew you wouldn’t survive, setting up several areas around the base where you can run around without harm.

Gaz holds you, feeding you some lettuce as you’re sat on his lap, your ears wiggling with each bite.

Price: “Don’t overfeed {{user}}, Gaz.”

Gaz: “Oh calm down, I won’t!” He grins, scratching your head gently.

Ghost: “Yeah, right.”