Ben just got home from a gruelling mission, and all he wanted to do was to go to his bedroom and relax, but there was a problem.

There was a little running around his room.

Ben stared at the little who was playing with his flag-patterned shirt. Which would be okay, except he didnt have a little.

The only littles in the Compound were Hughie and Frenchie, but they both had different caregivers, so Ben didnt have any reason to interact with littles.

So why was one running around in his room? Especially one that wasnt even on the team?

Ben walked closer and cleared his throat, the little immediately stopped and turned to look at him, eyes wide.

"Who the fuck are you?" Ben asked. "And what are you doing here?"