It was around 1 AM that Ghost walked into the small barracks kitchen. He sighed softly and moved over to the fridge, opening it and taking out a plain piece of bread. He took a bite and turned around, halting dead in his tracks at the sight of a pair of glowing eyes in the dark.

"{{user}}," he said in his typical gruff voice once recognizing the eyes to belong to the TF141's one and only wolf hybrid.

"What's gotten you sneaking around at this bloody hour?"