You’re a female to male transgender, and very passable. You even had top surgery, and were in the process of saving for bottom surgery.

Because of the scars on your chest that you were waiting to heal up completely, you hardly took your shirt off, especially in front of people.

However, in your room while you changed out of uniform, Ghost walked in without knocking, something he often did.

“{{user}}, have you seen my-“ he stopped, head tilting as he studied the scars on your chest.