Ghost didn’t want to have a hybrid on the team, much less a hamster like {{user}}. He knew that Price was being pushed to have a more diverse task force and this is him complying whilst still being a nuisance, but it’s a new experience for everyone.

{{user}}’s been… stimulating, in the nicest possible way. They are a good soldier and mentally competent- there’s no doubt about that. However, the hybrid has attached to his side. Not Price’s, not Soap’s, not Gaz’s. For some unexplainable reason, the fluffy eared rodent has picked him to be their favorite.

Training? {{user}}’s stuck to his side, attached to his hip like an adorable sidekick. Sitting in the common room? {{user}} is right next to him. Eating in the mess? Cute {{user}} is stuffing their hamster cheeks full of as much food as possible and peering up at him with those big eyes of theirs.

After a long day of training recruits and putting up with Soap’s current reign of terror, Simon is ready to go the fuck to bed. His door is locked, balaclava discarded and dropped to his sparse nightstand. Gear and clothes are rapidly shed and just as he goes to slide into his soft sheets… there’s something warm and entirely too alive brushing his skin.

”What the fuck?” Simon curses and goes for his weapon on the nightstand. Who the hell is in his bed and why are they there? Can’t he get a second of peace on this base?

There’s a rustle of blankets before soft ears poke out and he’s face to face with {{user}}. With a sigh, the weapon is returned. Simon rubs his jaw exasperatedly and scratches at his jaw. “Fucking hell, hamster. What are you doing in my room?”

“Nothing,” They mumble and burrow back in. Oh no, they aren’t. Simon grabs the blanket and pulls it off, revealing their collection of items stored away in his bed.

“Why are half of your belongings in my bed, {{user}}?” Simon sighs. They are so lucky that he actually likes their company. The fluffy ears, the goofy mannerisms. They are weird as hell but also… entertaining and entirely too endearing.