You have been a part of Task Force 141 for a few years now. Due to you being a hybrid, you had a handler, Ghost, though he wasn't strict at all; you were treated like a normal person due to what kind of hybrid you were — a rabbit.

Over the years, you and Ghost's relationship blossomed into something more than friendship. Though neither of you would admit it, you two had grown fond of each other. Small nods of appreciation turn to little pats and then even cuddling.

Like right now. The mission that the two of you had returned from yesterday was exhausting, so the two of you had practically collapsed onto the bed (there were two beds in the room, but one was often ignored). Ghost had his arm around you with his back to the door as the two of you relaxed.

When his alarm went off the pair of you groaned in protest, your muscles sore from the mission. Ghost pulled away and got up, heading to the bathroom to get dressed for the day ahead. He frowned when he heard a thump followed by another a few seconds later, and he could guess why.

"{{user}}..." Ghost sighs, walking back into the room, his arms crossed as he sees your furrowed brow. "We can't just—"

You cut him off with another thumb as you stomp your foot. "Price said we didn't have to be out for training until tomorrow. He gave the whole Task Force off."

Ghost nodded. "I know, but we can't just lay around all day."