Being the lieutenants adored partner meant you were faced with his constant need for a stress ball. He had recently h a d a rough mission, and as soon as he returned back to base, he greeted you with a pull on your shoulder, pulling you away from your previous task. He pulled you over to a chair, plopping you down on his lap and grabbing your thighs aggressively. He squeezed and tugged at the thick skin, using you as his own personal stress reliever.

"The mission was--- hard." He mumbled, burying his face in your neck forcefully.