Keegan had completely torn his bunk apart trying to find his damn balaclava.

He couldn’t find anything these days, thanks to the raccoon hybrid he was training. {{user}} was a handful, and a pain in the ass. He had no idea why he was assigned a raccoon, while the other members of the squad got eagle and maine coon hybrids.

And he got the little thief.

Keegan knelt down in {{user}}’s bed, which was more like a nest. Filled with blankets and trinkets, various trash he had stolen. But there was no sign of his balaclava. Accepting defeat, Keegan sighed and stood up from {{user}}’s bed, turning around to face the raccoon hybrid. That’s where he finally found his mask.

{{user}} was wearing it.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” He barked, a scowl on his face. He couldn’t believe that {{user}} had been watching him search for twenty minutes, and he had it the whole damn time! “Give it here, now!”