It was around 5.30 AM that Gaz 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 Gaz's subordinate, walked into the kitchen.

"Morning," Gaz grinned as he saw {{user}}'s hair (mane?) being extremely fluffy and protruding from their head. "Hope you're as well rested and… energized as your hair is."