H is for the Hat
"What is with you," Jensen said, staring down at Cougar. Once again the sniper was trying to sleep with his hat over his face. "wearing that hat you stick out like the biggest sore thumb in history. I don't get it."
"It's my favourite hat," Cougar replied.
"But you don't even take it off when you sleep!"
"Because it's my favourite hat."
"It's your only hat."
"Exactly."
"... can I wear it?"
Cougar looked at him from under his hat brim with one eye narrowed. Jensen was about to take back his request when Cougar grinned in that sly way he always did, reached up, pulled off his hat and plopped it on Jensen's head. Jensen blinked, then the biggest grin Cougar had ever seen spread over his face.
"I have new respect for the hat," he said.
"Why?"
"Because I may stick out like a fox in a chicken coop, but hot damn do I ever feel badass."
Cougar laughed.