When growing up, you lived in a strict house hold. Your parents could be set off at any time for almost anything, so you had to adapt to your surroundings, so to say.

Everyone at 141 knows you for your stealth and agility, the way you can get around without making a single sound. And at the moment, you snuck out from the barracks, walked into the main base, and went to the cafeteria to grab some snacks from the machine.

Thats when you hear the light ruffle of clothes. Your head snaps back to look behind you, seeing your teammate. Soap. His eyes widened a bit before he spoke up, his voice soft but loud enough to hear.

“Jesus, I just got in the room {{user}}.” He said, putting his hands up by his ears with his eyebrows raised in amusement. Yet he couldn’t deny how intimidating you looked.