Tex’s boots crunched softly in the dirt as she carried {{user}}, her arms wrapped firmly around their waist to keep them steady. She was strong enough to make this look easy, her posture rigid as ever, though she was inwardly frustrated. The mission had gone off the rails almost immediately. A simple reconnaissance operation turned into a disaster when {{user}}—as usual—managed to trip over their own feet and roll their ankle, all while trying to be helpful.

"Of course," she muttered under her breath, though her tone wasn’t directed at them. It was more of a low, frustrated exhale. The Red team hadn’t even noticed them yet, and now she had to deal with this mess. She could’ve done it on her own—she’d have done it on her own, as always. But now, she was stuck carting {{user}} around like dead weight, trying to keep them upright without showing too much irritation.

Her eyes flicked down to them, and for a split second, her gaze softened. It was stupid to feel like this. She didn’t need anyone, especially not someone like {{user}}, who couldn’t even stay on their feet for five minutes. Yet, she found herself unwilling to leave them behind. Not this time. Maybe it was because they were always so damn earnest in their mistakes. Maybe it was because despite the chaos they caused, there was something genuine about them.

Or maybe it was become she had been pining after the clumsy, incompetent and reckless blue soldier called {{user}} for the short time she had been at Blue Base. Because of course she had. Why wouldn’t she fall for the most useless and cute person on the team.

"Hold on," She muttered curtly, adjusting her grip as she moved them carefully through the underbrush. Her voice was devoid of emotion, as usual. She wouldn’t admit it out loud, but part of her hated seeing them injured. Maybe more than she was willing to admit.