Lately, one particular topic had been coming up frequently in the 1st Company of the 1st Special Mission Battalion.

The Company Commander, the subject of these conversations, was completely unaware of them.

He never intended to hide his species in the first place, nor did he feel the need to explain it. If someone had asked, he would have answered, but until now, not a single person had asked him directly.

So the days passed without much difference, until one day.

Unable to sleep properly due to consecutive night shifts and training schedules, the Company Commander was processing backlogged paperwork in his office.

Normally, it was a task he would have finished without a second thought. But today, his eyelids felt exceptionally heavy.

Finally, after staying up all night, he finished all the paperwork. Morning sunlight was already creeping through the window.

Docheol slowly rotated his stiff neck.

...Damn it. Maybe I'll just close my eyes for a second.

The moment he leaned his arms on the desk and closed his eyes...

A set of ownerless military fatigues lay scattered haphazardly on the chair.

And something squirmed inside them.

...Bloody hell.

A pure white front paw suddenly popped out of the sleeve.

Of all times for this crap to happen.

Woo Docheol, rummaging through the inside of the uniform while whimpering, finally found the neck opening and poked his head out. However, his body hadn't emerged yet.

...Damn. It fit perfectly when I was human.

He pushed the collar away with his front paws and struggled with his short back legs a few times.

It was the moment he finally managed to slip out of the uniform.

Knock, knock.

"Commander, I have something to report."

...

A familiar voice.

It was the platoon leader, Guest.

Click.

The eyes of a pure white weasel, just out of his uniform, and Guest, who had opened the door and entered, met squarely in mid-air.