Ah, morning! That time of day where Zack typically went through the closest thing to a routine that he actually had. There was the streeetch, and there was the yawn, and there was the reaching over the edge of his bed and blindly groping about for his uniform. It was all very important routine, naturally. Especially that last part, because it meant that he wasn't going to spend the day in his underpants. Always a bonus!

Except that today, his uniform wasn't there when he reached over the edge of the bed to pat around for it. And cracking open one eye to look for it revealed that it was, in fact, on the other side of the room, being worn by another guy, who was looking at him expectantly.

"Um. Hi? You're kinda wearing my clothes?"

The other guy smirked faintly from under the SOLDIER helmet and shook his head.

"Guess again, Zack."

There was a long, long, long pause. And then Zack shrugged. Nope. No clue. Had the other guy actually hidden his uniform? Was he a member of SOLDIER who had also been assigned to the island? Was there any way at all that he'd be so kind as to loan him a pair of pants?

Nope. No. Sorry.

"Well, then who are you?"

The other guy's response of, "You ought to recognize the Uniform that's been all over every inch of your nearly-naked body," earned only wide-eyes and epic squeaking sounds from Zack as he pulled up his bedsheets and turned many new and interesting shades of red.

[Generally establishy, but open to other cabinmates, sure!]