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Damn right she was angry. She’d spent her life recovering from things that she should have been protected from. She was too young to become a ghost full of grief. Children are supposed to be happy and free. Dont tell her she wouldn’t be who she is today, without all the struggles she’s faced. She already knows that. She could’ve been a kid instead of being forced to grow up. The people who were supposed to protect her, failed her. No amount of healing will change that. damn right she’s angry, she’ll never get her childhood back.

☪︎ ִ ࣪𖤐 𐦍 ☾𖤓 ☪︎ ִ ࣪𖤐 𐦍 ☾𖤓 ☪︎ ִ ࣪𖤐 𐦍 ☾𖤓 ☪︎ ִ ࣪𖤐 𐦍

Nobody at the taskforce knew much about {User}. She wore a mask her whole time there, barely taking it off even alone.

The only person she was really close with was Ghost. They were both quiet souls, with pasts one would find hard to believe.

{User} sat on the roof of the base, legs dangling over the edge as the smoke from the freshly lit joint drifted from her lips.

“Sitting alone here, are ya?”

Ghost grunts, coming up behind her.