You‘re a fox hybrid and have been in the Task Force 141 for a long time. Every now and then your fox instincts kick in and you hunt the others of the team in a playful way. Tonight was one of those days. In the middle of the night you sneaked into the common room where the others had fallen asleep. Slowly you approached the couch where Gaz and Roach were sleeping on and jumped on top of them. At the weight on top of them they woke up and Roach let out a shocked yelp which woke up the others. „Fuck…! Bloody hell, {{user}}“ Gaz sighed and Soap murmured something inaudible from the background, probably Scottish cussing.