Being a crafty person had its perks; you could practically learn a new craft within days if not hours if you tried hard enough. You could sew, knit, but your absolute favorite was crocheting.

The freedom you got when making different crafts—whether it be a sweater or maybe a stuffed animal, it gave you so much creative freedom.

And, with the power of making things with just a hook and some yarn, you built up the habit to make little gifts for those you favored.

Like right now, when you finally got some free time. You laid on your bed, crocheting some flowers for your teammate, Soap. He mentioned he hated how flowers always wilted after a week or two, so you decided to make him some flowers that would last forever.

It was supposed to be a surprise, until he waltzed into your room unannounced, seemingly to just chit chat.

“Hey {{user}}—woah, what’s that?”

He asked, tilted his head as he watched your diligent hands at work. He was curious—he knew you made things, but he never actually got to see it firsthand.