Transmasc reader with no tattas
Oh yes another vision✨
How would the Cod people react to finding out you had top surgery.
Because I love transgender folk, shout out to transgender people
Simon Ghost Riley didn't care one bit. Looked at you in the changing room for a fleeting moment. Made direct eye contact with the scars, and looked away. Topic never brought up again. You're a lad, and a little chromosome ain't gonna change that. Not to him anyway, he's fucking tired of everything.
John Soap MacTavish was getting handsy with you, like one does. He expresses love from touches, really. So whenever he'd slap a hand on your shoulder or fist bump your chest, it was affectionate. This time though, he got a little antsy and started pulling at your shirt, and it was gone quicker then it was on. "Oi, mate, you have nice scars." He gruffs. Eyes wandering over the occasional wound from battle, or childhood fun alike. It took him longer then two moments to realise that the scars beneath your pecs aren't from torture, but from an operation. They look too clean for them to be an accident. "Wow, whot the fock (I'm sorry guys this was stronger then me). Did you have bigger pecs before?" He'd question, before slowly, slowly the idea of you not having a biological dick starts creeping into his mind. And there was no longer moment waster before his hands were fumbling at your belt.
Kyle Gaz Garrick was awfully fine with finding out you have had a top surgery. "Sure love, I'm not going to judge you." He said, sitting down on the bed as you told him, trying to share the secret. "What is it that you want to show me?" He asked, leaning back on his hands, waiting for some miracle to happen. Perhaps you've gotten a tattoo? Or you're disfigured? Maybe burned skin. It's all kind of things that can happen. And- "Oh, you have no... No boobs. I... Can't even imagine you having a bigger chest..." He murmurs, acknowledging that the man he had grown to know never would have looked right with female anatomy.
Johnathan Price would not care too much either. You've shown yourself off in battle, no matter what's hidding in your pants. Chest or no chest, you uphold the standard. "Hm. And you want me to change your sex on the files or...?" Do you feel as a woman again? You're written down as male in every report, so why would it be a crazy discovery that you weren't a man before? And when you quickly told him that you still feel and are a man he gruffed out loud, nodding. "Good for you, lad. Good for you."
Alejandro Vargas would know pretty quickly that you were born in the wrong body. Some mimicks and reactions give it out. He pulls you aside one evening, telling in a hushed voice, "We are family, ha? You can tell me anything." Before nodding lightly and patting your back. More then several months passed before you've got the courage to tell him you finally got the top surgery. He stared at the fresh scars for a moment, a smile spreading over his lips before standing up and grabbing you in a hug. "I'm proud of you, eh. No more of the binder thing."
Rudolfo Parra, I fear, would be overly romantic with it, kissing over the scars and repeating how much he loves you, no matter in what body you reside in. "Te amo, corazón." Between kisses as he holds you for the night. "Eres perfecto. Oh sí, te amo mucho, hm."
Phillip Graves would look up from his phone to take in your face. "A top surgery." He nods slowly, not sure why you are telling him that. "I don't recall you getting injured to the chest recently? Was it for aesthetics? Did you get your skin replaced because of the scars, or..." He trails off, glancing back to his phone, other hand loosely holding a glass bottle of what you only can assume is a beer. "No... I got my... Tits... removed..." You tell him unsurely how to phrase it. And he stills for a moment, taking a sip of his drink before looking back at you. "You were a woman?" He didn't even notice. "Well, good for you, lad." And another beat of silence. "you going to get bottom surgery too?" He questions, slowly raking his eyes down your body. "Yeah." A huff and nod. "Need references? I have a very impressive one if you want to see."
Farrah Karim is surprised. Excited perhaps. "You had a top surgery?? How is it healing?" She'd question, more concerned with the scars. "I've heard online that there's lot of side effects." She'd tell you, taking out her phone to show studies she once read just because. "Are you regretting the surgery? I've heard it's a side effect too." She seems awfully interested in the procedure, more in the surgery. "No Farrah- I'm not taking antidepressants- Why would I take... Yes it does hurt when I sleep on my stomach."
Alex Keller reacts... only after several seconds. "Oh I had it done too several years ago." Which surprised you. "Your transition went well..." You tell him, looking him up and down. "Oh! No- no. I just had really big pecs in the past." He says, touching his chest absentmindedly. And silence spreads for longer then intended. Needless to say you compared which scars looked better.
Vladimir Makarov knew from the beginning on. You didn't tell him nothin', but the reason he knows is because his research is extensive. Always was. He never asked and even when he got a good look at the scars, hadn't bother saying a singular word. No affirmations, no soft words, no curses. Deadpan. Perhaps he's judging you in his mind. You wouldn't know, he's not going to voice it either way.
Extra for the non-lore guys (because I miss my husband's yeah)
Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin is freaked out. Not like you might belief, he's not out screaming about it. He caught a peek in the changing room, glancing at your physique to see the scars under your pecs. After a moment of confusion he looks away, wondering now if those came from some badass interrogation or if you were once a lady. The same day later on he came over to you and confidently offered to spar and workout together. "If you want to look manly you have to put on more muscle." he said, encouring you to become "more manly", to his standards at least.
"König" was a little baffled why one would get rid of their "chest fat" to look more manly. Bottom surgery? Yeah sure, that's fine. But top? "Na, you could have just solved this with training." He taps your chest, looking at the scars below your chest. It was purely coincidental he came in while you were wiping your face with your shirt after a tiring workout. "Das ist doch gar nicht praktisch..." He murmurs to himself, hands on hips adjust his stance to better look at your chest. "I have a chest, I didn't get rid of it." Perhaps he's a little lost on the fact that fat distribution work a little differently on women and men.