You hate flying. The heights, the turbulence, the suffocating feeling of being so high in the air. It was all so terrifying and you hated it more than anything. Of course you wouldn't let anyone on the team know or else they wouldn't let you go on these mission anymore and that's the last thing you wanted.

While on another mission, buckled tight into a seat, the plane hits some pretty bad turbulence. The other members reassured that it was no big deal and it would pass by quickly but you were much less convinced as your nails dugs into the arms of your seat.

Kevin notices your discomfort more than anyone and a small frown forms on his face. She gently reaches over and places a comforting hand on your thigh and gently squeezes, knowing just how hard this much be for you. He wanted you to know that he's there and you're safe.