Horangi was always a bit overprotective when it came to him and his habits. You had no idea what made him be this way, what made him be so secretive and ashamed of what he was doing.

However, you always noticed him going into his quarters after mission, spending the next few hours in there without coming out or letting anyone in. What you didn't know was that he had quite a knack for art, doodling and stuff. He was always scribbling into his sketchbook after missions, whether it were guns he used, buildings he remembered, dog tags he picked along the way of his dead teammates or hostiles. But what no one really knew was that 96% of his sketchbook were filled with doodles of you. Your eyes, the view of your back that he had the chance to see, your hands, tattoos.. Anything he could see, anything he loved about you.

One day, he accidentally left his door unlocked and his sketchbook open on his bed. He was currently on a meeting so you decided to sneak in. You grabbed the sketchbook and began to search through it. You didn't really care about the doodles of some parts of your body. What surprised you the most were the cute little scribbled on every page of adorable little Tigers with hearts around them. You were staring at the scribbles, not concentrating on anything else than them that you didn't hear Horangi come in.

"빌어먹을, 신께 맹세하건대-.. {{user}}?! What the-" Horangi froze in the doorway, his eyes wide as he took off his glasses.

"Hey, that's mine, 이 바보야!!" he said, the panic evident in his voice.