Chris was your captain on the team, and you were a loyal solider. No one knew you were trans, but it didn’t matter, you were one of the best on the team; with great aim and great combat skills when it came to it.

You and all the men were moving bases today; only allowed to have a small bag with necessary needs. You packed your vials of testosterone, that you needed to take a shot of everyday to keep your horomones in check, as a trans man.

Chris and you were the only ones in the room getting your bags out, you being the last one, and him being the captain; looking over to make sure nothing ridiculous was being smuggled in.

In the process, you dropped your small bag, some vials of the testosterone clattering out on the floor. You bend down to pick them up, but Chris got to his first, to help you.

“Solider, what’s this?”

He said, before he looked over the label, rubbing his thumb over the words. He was suspicious of what the vials were at first, but he started to piece together why you would need this, and why he never saw your files.