Red vs Blue Drabble Series Blue Edition

My Boyfriend, the Blue


2: Private Caboose – Colorblind

One thing no one knew about Caboose was that he was colorblind.

It’s not that he tried hiding it or anything; after all, he doesn’t know the meaning of the word shame. But it’s not really something he ever talked about. To be honest, he probably didn’t even realize he had a problem, but I digress.

Now, because you were dating the Blue Team’s oddball extraordinaire, you had more of a reason to suspect that Caboose was colorblind.

How the rest of the people in this canyon didn’t even suspect that was beyond you.

But regardless, you’d had more and more reason to believe that your boyfriend in blue was, in fact, colorblind. He always had you help pick out the things he’d wear under his armor because he wanted to match. It was cute and you liked helping him, but it would make sense if he was asking for your help because he couldn’t tell what he was putting on.

And then there was the obvious problem of him shooting members of his own team.

But you wanted some kind of concrete proof; if only to know for sure.

“(Name)! (Name)! (Name)!”

The loud exclamations of your name shook you out of your thoughts. Turning towards the door, you smiled a little as you called back so he could find you.

“I’m in our room, Caboose.”

He zoomed into the room in the next second, his helmet off and a very pleased grin on his face.

“I got you pretty purple flowers because that is your very favorite color and you like flowers very much and I want to make you happy,” he said proudly as he thrust a bouquet of flowers, roots and all, into your face.

You blinked before saying gently. “These aren’t purple, Caboose.”

His deflation was visible as his shoulders slumped, his hand lowered, and his smile morphed into a very sad look that screamed disappointment. It was clear he was upset that he couldn’t do this right for you.

“…They’re not?”

You didn’t have the heart to tell him that they were, in fact, the most disgusting color you’d ever seen.

Instead you smiled and took the flowers from him. “No, but they’re still very pretty.”

Caboose looked at you hopefully. “Really?”

You laughed a little and nodded, moving forward to lean up and kiss his cheek. “Really. Thank you, Caboose.”

A stupid, silly giggle left him as he wrapped his arms around you and twisted side-to-side while burying his face in your hair. Nothing made him happier than making you happy, and right now that happiness was practically radiating off of him.

Caboose was definitely colorblind. But that was just another thing to love about him.