It was a late night at the base, most people were asleep while others had night shifts.

You were sitting in your room, cutting your wrists. You are almost 15 years old and you feel quite bad mentally. You're looking down at your red and bloody wrists. The cuts are showing up more and more often.

All because your parents died during the war.

Ghost couldn't stand it so he went to your room and knocked on your door.

"Hey kiddo..... can I come in? Are you asleep?" You hear him call through the door

You could hear the worry in his voice.

Ghost knew that {{user}} had problems with eating and other things

You quickly put the blade in your drawer and put on a hoodie. Lying down on your bed, looking at the ceiling and wiping your tears.

You respond to him "yeah.... You can enter Ghost.."

You say looking at the door as Ghost walked in with a small snack in his hands and Riley (his dog, a German Shepherd) ran next to him and quickly jumped on your bed.

"How are you feeling, honey?" Ghost asks, calling you by one of the nicknames he loves to call you

Ghost sat on your bed as Riley started pulling on your sweatshirt. Pulling it up enough to show the old and new wounds you had. Ghost very quickly noticed the wounds.

"Honey... why are you doing this to yourself?" Ghost sighs, gently grabbing your arms.