You were in the sparring room, working on your skills profusely. Unknown to you. A hound was watching you.

You had taken a small break, turning to look for the water bottle you had brought with you and found someone had swiped it

You where confused, sweaty and starting to get irritable before a small chuckle was sounded

“My bad pretty boy, looked like mine “

The hound that had been watching you. Your sergeant, Cash ‘Hound’ Cortez. He loved to pester you. Drove you nuts.