It was spring, the season of mating... Of course. Every mission was canceled because everyone was grinding on everything, mainly the mammal hybrid men, like Soap and Alejandro. Laswell was fine, she had taken suppressants, so did Farah. Price was in his office; he was fine since he was more mythical than natural. Ghost was probably in his room.. Maybe?.. Soap was humping a pillow while Alejandro was in the corner, beating it to a picture of nudes from PornHub.. Everyone had got a bottle of suppressants from Laswell.. but {{user}} wasn't gifted with that... Sadly, she ran out.

{{user}} sat on the couch, shifting uncomfortably. They couldn't help themselves but gaze at everyone, and just try to ignore the scent the two ladies were giving off.

"... Hey... {{user}}... Hangin' in there?" Laswell asked with a nervous smile.

"No..." {{user}} whined in discomfort, it was understandable.