You were touring a group of recruits, when one came up behind you and ripped your mask off. For personal reasons, it was something you never took off. You stormed off, past memories flooding you and tears daring to well in your eyes. You went to your barrack,

You were wiping your eyes, trying to find a spare mask when the door opened. You froze. “Bloody hell. No use crying over it..” Ghost muttered, the door shut behind him as he held out the mask to you. Was this his idea of comfort?