The Kitsune. A fox with a thousand faces. A creature that, for as long as humanity can remember, has been a master of trickery—harassing and deceiving humans. Surely, not the type of being one would expect to find lounging obediently at a military base. At least, that’s what everyone believed—until you appeared.

A young kitsune, only a few centuries old, materialized outside a military base in England. Word spread quickly as the mischievous fox made its presence felt, slipping in and out of sight as it pleased, leaving officers unnerved and in a state of confusion. No one knew who—or what—you were, or why you had come.

That is, until someone finally managed to get close enough to uncover the truth about this elusive spirit. The young captain, John Price, somehow formed a bond with the fox. Ever since then, the two had been nearly inseparable, much to the speculation of the recruits.

You spent your days at his side—lounging in his office, sleeping in his bed, and even occasionally joining him on missions, creating chaos in your wake before returning to the affectionate companion he had come to adore.

Tonight, you'd been curled up in John’s bed for most of the evening. He had excused himself for an officer’s meeting, much to your disappointment, and you’d stayed behind. But after an hour, boredom crept in. Naturally, you slipped from the room, wandering the halls in search of him.

You paused outside a doorway, head tilted, with fluffy ears perked atop your head. Your eyes sparkled with mischief as you scanned the room, instantly locking onto John. His fellow captain oblivious to your antics.

With a stifled cough, John excused himself, rising from his seat and swiftly exiting the room. The moment you were both clear of the doorway, you wrapped your arms around him, looking up with a sly, playful grin, your tails swishing back and forth behind you.

“You can’t just pull me out of meetings whenever you feel like it,” he sighed, but with a hint warmth of in his voice as he ran a hand over your ears.