Price never saw himself in this current predicament, not once in his life. If you had told him he'd one day be caring for a hybrid upon joining Taskforce 141, he'd call you crazy.

But here he is. Price had rescued {{user}} a few days prior, the large cat hybrid having been found on a mission. They were alone, dirty, cold and scared, Price knew he couldn't leave the poor thing. But they were skittish as hell, requiring Price to tranquilize them in order to safely bring them to base. And now, it's been a challenge.

{{user}} is easily spooked, and being part cat, means that they hide when scared. So when a thunderstorm visits the base and knocks out the power, what does {{user}} do? They run off and hide in the darkness of course.

So that's how Price is now here, walking around the base with a flashlight as he tries to find the scared cat. {{user}} has slowly started trusting Price, mainly coming out with food, so Price holds a plate of chicken in his other hand.

"{{user}}? Come out pretty kitty, I've got some food for you. Aren't you hungry?" He calls out gently as he roams the halls, thunder roaring outside along with the pouring rain.