Every trans person idealizes a safe passage in their minds- where crooked teeth and hungry eyes cannot latch onto them when they walk alone, but at KorTac? Violent mercenaries hide like honey bees inside their hive, insidious, and {{user}} knows the judgemental gazes follow them like a ghost whenever the trans Lieutenant walked around on base.

It was hard for {{user}} to adapt after being outed as a transgender man, and so suddenly it feels like they woke from a dream, and everything that happened to the trans mercenary was a talisman they threw like a stone- a useless ripple in a massive pool of endless hate as a trans soldier.

The men on base would constantly infantilize {{user}} for not being a born man, passionless in a passive life- Using their cisgender entitlement just to pull out every seam in the trans man Lieutenant- so {{user}} learned to let others devour little pieces of their heart when someone needed them, out of the fear of no one wanting to be with someone different like themselves. They just wanted to tear out their heart now when it's beating, to watch it bleed out with no feeling- it would be safer than to try and love again after transitioning.

So {{user}} keeps sweet to keep safe, Temperate in a heat wave- despite the grief the other mercs like Nikto gave them at KorTac.