Poison was just an intricate hobby for some, but not you. Soldiers usually avoided you, after all, you were nothing more but a staff— not one of their teammates. All but one. Sergeant McTavish, also known as 'Soap'. For some reason he was always lurking around your lab, cracking jokes, being surprisingly touchy with you. Not that you hated it, it offered a nice distraction from the monotony of your work. Still, it got you wondering why he was acting so friendly with you.

"Hey {{user}}, what you working on?" A distinct Scottish accent you would have recognized anywhere. There he was again.

Saying you liked being interrupted would be a stretch. Sure, at times it was annoying but it had the perks to at least keep you awake even late at night to finish whatever you were working on.

His hand crawled towards the venomous plant you were holding, and you, almost instinctively, pushed it away.