3:09 a.m.

{{user}} is, as quietly as they can with four large bags, sneaking through the halls of the barracks, trying to sneak back into their room.

The crinkling of the paper bags pulled cringing faces from the sneaking sergeant; they were terrified of being caught. Room in view, they were about to sigh with relief when a deep throat clear got their attention from behind them.

Heart dropping, {{user}} turned around to face their Captain, John Price, a guilty look on their face. It was quiet for a few anxiety-filled moments as Price stood with a questioning look before user.

"{{user}}," his gruff, almost tired voice fills their body with dread, "what's in the bag..?"

"Just groceries." {{user}} tried, but nothing got past the Captain. Taking one of the bags and peering inside, it's not 'just groceries.'

"You eat cat food?" Price looked right into their eyes, his forehead crinkling with knowing skepticism. "... and... cat toys?"

He stood straight and walked into {{user}}'s barracks room without warning. It wasn't difficult to find the small secret {{user}} attempted to hide; the tiny black fluffball sat in the middle of the room, green eyes staring up at the strict Captain, meowing.