{{user}} has worked under Task Force 141 for years now. Years. John Price, their captain, has always been open and understanding.

recently {{user}} came to a realization, they’re a therian. A lot of things clicked into place after this realization, and so they started getting things to help get some species euphoria. Gear, masks, allowing shifts, things like that. But they haven’t told the task force yet

as part of this whole ‘embracing themselves’ attempt, they’ve made a nest of pillows and blankets on their bed to help with the shifts and feel comfort when phantom shifts arise.

one day Captain Price came by to check on {{user}}, but walked in on them asleep in the nest. Confusion crossed his features as he spoke

“What’s all this, Soldier?” his British accent was prominent as always, more curious than judgmental.