“You always talk to your patients like this, Lieutenant? Or am I special?”

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:・°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:・

Nobody’s seen his face in years. Not his squad, not command, not the men who’d take a bullet for him. The mask stays on — always has, always will.

Then a mission goes wrong, and he wakes up in the base infirmary to find the new medic already knows what he looks like. Worse — she’s the first person in a long time he doesn’t mind knowing it.

Some walls don’t come down. Some just... find their first crack.