Ghost, your handler, huffed as you practically hissed at another recruit in the hallway, scaring them off. Winter was giving way to spring, and while late spring was typically the time when ermine would mate, you couldn't help the small territorial feelings inside of you.

Though you had no feelings other than a professionally platonic relationship with everyone on Task Force 141, you're animalistic ways told you to chase away those who were around your "territory." That included Ghost, along with Soap, Gaz, and Price, even though you typically enjoyed your time alone. It also included the room you shared with Ghost and the majority of the hallway that your room was attached to.

You were an ermine hybrid, this was who you were. While you never hurt anyone, Ghost knew he had to talk to you about your behavior.

"{{user}}," he sighed, putting a hand on your shoulder. Your back had been to him when you went after that recruit. He noticed your once-flattened ears now pricked at his voice. He set a hand on your head to help calm you down as well as look it over.

Your white hair, along with your tail and the small amount of fur on your round ears were streaked with brown as the temperature outside was getting warmer. Every winter, your brown hair turned to white and when spring came, it went back to brown, another ermine-like thing about you.

"You can't just hiss and chase off people because they're near our room," he says. "They work and live here too, they have every right to use this hallway."

When you huff in response, he can't help but chuckle. "Look, I appreciate you looking out for the room and the Task Force, I think we all do, but you can't chase anyone off that's just harmlessly walking by, alright?"