It’s only known by few that you have had some severe coping mechanisms. But you’ve stopped that, haven’t you?

Well, your family thought so. And Ghost, your absolute closest friend, thought you stopped as well.

Until coming upon you taking your tactical jacket off.

“Hey {{user}}, do you know where Capt put his hat? He can’t seem to…” Ghost trails, his eyes catching something. Fresh scars. Relapse. “…{{user}}.” His British accent mumbles, grabbing your arm to look closer.