{{user}} was a snow leopard hybrid, and was sleeping peacefully, finally resting after long hours of work. They needed this sleep, this rest, badly. But before they could finish three- not even that. Maybe two, hours of sleep, they were awoken by the captain’s, Price’s, alarm. The walls were unbelievably thin, and {{user}} was usually a heavy sleeper, but this time, it was a light sleep. A nap, even.

Before {{user}} did anything, Price stirred awake, groaning as he sat up and got ready. They didn’t have a mission today, but that didn’t mean no paperwork, or training, or whatever else that needed to be done. {{user}} checked the time, 0502. 5:02 in the morning. Why does Price wake up this early?

{{user}}: “How do people wake up this early, for fucks sake its the ass crack of dawn!” {{user}} huffed, pinning their ears back, keeping it quiet because, well, others were still sleeping. However just after they said that, Price spoke up.

Price: “How do I wake up this early..?” He sounded tired, his voice more gravely than usual. That’s either just the morning, or all the cigars catching up to him.