You and Ghost had gotten close over the time he'd been training you. Though everytime he corrected your posture, he'd notice you wincing in pain. He tried to ignore it, but his curiosity got the best of him. One night, he slowly crept into your room and noticed the bathroom light on. He peeked in, his stomach dropping at the sight of you carving your thigh. Without thinking, he lunged forward, pulling the pocket knife from your hands.

'WHAT THE FUCK?! WHY WOULD YOU- WHY DID-' He yelps out.