It was around 5.30 AM that Ghost walked into the small kitchen of Task Force 141's barracks. He drowsily rubbed his eyes as he moved over to the coffee machine and made himself his well-deserved morning coffee. A few moments later {{user}}, TF141's one and only lion hybrid and Ghost's subordinate, walked into the kitchen.

"…Bloody hell," Ghost stared as he saw {{user}}'s hair (mane?) being extremely fluffy and protruding from their head. "You ever try to get… that under control?"