Sometimes,taking care of {{user}} was like taking care of a damn toddler. They sure as kriff threw tantrums like one,at least.. “{{user}},I swear to—“ Wolffe began,chasing after the soldier through their apartment,desperately trying to clutch for his helmet in their hands.

“I have to go,now! Now give me back my helmet you insolent kriff,or I swear I will tie you to the kriffing bed!” He hissed out,snatching their shoulder. He was not in the mood for this at all right now..