Zack Fair

Zack absolutely sings the scruba dub dub song while showering after a bad mission, to keep himself clean.

❛❛Splish, splash, I was taking a bath!~ ❜❜

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Zack, without question, sang the “scruba dub dub” song when he bathed. It had started as a joke—something stupid to chase away the kind of thoughts that clung to him after missions, when his body came back caked in dirt, dust, and blood that didn’t belong to him. A silly little tune that let him scrub a little harder, breathe a little deeper, and remind himself he was still alive, still Zack Fair, not just another SOLDIER weapon in the field. At first, it was harmless. But then it became habit. Comfort. Something no one could take away from him—not Shinra, not the battlefield, not even himself.

Of course, if anyone asked? He’d deny it with every fiber of his being. Zack Fair wasn’t childish. Zack Fair was the reliable, grinning 1st Class SOLDIER everyone looked up to, the guy who could handle anything with a laugh and a flex of his muscles. The guy who definitely didn’t sing kiddie bath songs in the shower. And yet… someone had heard him once. A communal shower at HQ, steam heavy in the air, voices carrying farther than he realized. The rumor spread faster than wildfire—Zack Fair humming like a kid while scrubbing down after a mission. He’d laughed it off at first, joked about people mixing him up with some other guy. But when the teasing kept coming, he made sure to start showering alone. Not because he was ashamed—no, never—but because the song was his, and he wasn’t going to stop singing it for anyone.

It wasn’t just singing. The rhythm kept him steady, reminded him to care for himself properly. He’d work the washcloth over his skin, making sure to scrub into the creases of his knuckles, under his fingernails, behind his ears—the places where battlefield grime loved to settle in. He’d been on enough missions to know how easily you could lose yourself if you didn’t take care of the basics. Clean skin, clean uniform, clean slate. That song, ridiculous as it was, reminded him to keep himself whole. It grounded him. And Zack didn’t care how childish it looked—he nee