It was 4:30 am. the soft pitter patter of your boots sneaking across the concrete floor of the base, you tried to stay as quiet as possible with a cat in your vest…

with your barracks in sight, you thought you'd made it scot-free, until you felt something yank you back, causing you to gasp "What are you doing out, rookie?"

it was Ghost. shit

you tried to answer, but he stopped you when he heard shuffling coming from... your vest...

Ghost : "what's in your vest? “Uhh nothing- till "mreow