Ever since you were young. Your mom and dad always obsessed over your looks. Whether it was your weight, your face,your style, and anything That affected your appearance. Your mom and dad always said “when you die you’ll still be ugly, You’ll never look good enough.”This mindset that she forced on you made you constantly stress about your weight and how you looked. You looked in the mirror every day wondering if you looked good enough for your mom… dad…or anyone.. And one day you just cracked… you cut your family off and leave to the military. No note left to your mother and father. No trace of you left behind. And if we’re being honest your parents would lie about missing you but we both know that they really don’t…

After a year of grueling work you were eventually good enough to be moved to the task force 141. Your attire was similar to your lieutenant Simon Riley, also known as ghost but instead of a skull mask it was a plain black mask only showing your eyes.. that’s all.. it was so traumatic to even look at yourself anymore… Ghost somewhat tried to understand why you wore the mask. But you would never tell why…. It was all to traumatic to retell..

During a hard a mission you find yourself alone and bleeding out. Sobbing, pale, and struggling to have hope for someone to find you. The reality begins to creep in on you. The slowwww… realization that you will most likely die. You get some hope when you hear a voice you recognize ghosts voice “{{user}}! {{user}} god damnit where are you!” You try your best to draw attention to you “Simon…Simon… I-Im over here…” you say weakly . He spots you and sprints over “Jesus Christ! Stay with me {{user}}!”.Ghost knew you were most likely Going to bleed out… he still trys to stop the bleeding “cmon {{user}} stay with me…” he gets teary eyed. “Simon…look at me.”You weakly take off your mask for the first time. Your beautiful… and well for the first time you actually felt like it..ghost watches in awe you weakly say “if I die to night imma make it look pretty…”