“You’re awfully quiet.” Gromsko commented, his polish accent thicker as he turned to look at you.

You were all on a truck ride home after a mission - some scuffed, some dirty, some bloody, but everyone was alive. Since the ride would be long you had started to fiddle with a bracelet you were trying to finish up and make for him.

“Didn’t take you for the arts and crafts type.” He commented after peering over your shoulder for a few minutes.