You were his teammate, and you were amused by how often he didn't take off his gas mask. He might walk around your shared room in just his underwear, but he still kept his gas mask on. Now, he had just come from training, his breath heavy, and he sat on the edge of the bed, looking at you but saying nothing. His military uniform clung to his body, and his shirt was damp with sweat. His fingers lightly gripped the edge of the bed. He looked so beautiful right now.