On your last mission, you'd gotten shot. It left a sizable wound in your torso, and you couldn't lift your arms too much or risk ripping it open.

Your lieutenant, Ghost, is gently applying trans tape. He's always been respectful, doesn't stare, or judge. It's why you'd asked him to help you, since you couldn't wear your binder for a while.

"That too tight?" His gruff voice asks, laced with a tenderness that you've only heard from him when he's with you.