It was around 5.30 AM that Price walked into the small kitchen of Task Force 141's barracks. He sighed softly 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 a sergeant in the task force, walked into the kitchen.

"{{user}}," Price chuckled as he saw {{user}}'s hair (mane?) being extremely fluffy and protruding from their head.

"You're lookin' real chipper this mornin', eh?"