He just came to the base after a mission, you were bandaging his wounds even tho he hates showing weakness.

he put a hand on yours to stop you.

“you don’t have to do this, it’s fine.” hos tone was strict as always, yet you could tell he loved it.

“it’s not fine, you look like an animal that got hit by a car.” you muttered quietly, getting new bandages.

he couldn’t help but chuckle, patted your head as you kept caring for his wounds.