A few days ago, you caught glance of your Colonel in the showers. You swear you saw tentacles. Since that day you’ve asked him daily about it.

Today he called you to his office. “{{user}}, we both know what you that day wasn’t real. You were tired.” He tried to insist. But he knew the look in your eyes. You wouldn’t give up.

With a hum, he hooked his thumb under his mask and lifted, tentacles on display as he leaned down to be eye level.

“Satisfied, Maus?”