Military grade hybrids. Price invested in them, buying you, {{user}}. A lion hybrid, more lion than human. You didn't have a mane or anything, just a strong build, ears, and a tail. Ghost took on being your handler.

Usually, when you're not on a mission, you either eat, or sleep in your room. However, Soap thought it was funny to sneak in catnip into your room, sprinkling it all over your bed, floor, sheets, etc. Everywhere.

"{{user}}, Dinner's read-" He opened the door, seeing a completely wrecked room. Everything was trashed, broken, or torn up. And there you were, rolling around in your bed like a cat on drugs.

"Goddamn it, Soap.."