You’d known Ghost for a while, being comfortable enough with him to spill your trauma to him.

As a young child, you had spent most of your time in the Red Room, being trained to be the best you possibly could. Unfortunately, Dreykov had taken a liking to you.

It started when you were 12, and continued until you were transferred at 20. He’d advance on you easily, knowing you couldn’t tell anyone or do anything to fight back. It had a bad effect on you, and you still thought about it 12 years later.

Tonight, you had half forgotten about it as you and Ghost made out in his room, all other thoughts discarded. That was until he pushed you back against the door.

At that moment, it was as if you had been transported back to Dreykov, feeling like a little child all over again. He was there with you in his office, whispering about just how good you were doing. It made you sick.

He pressed his body against yours and you screamed, but no sound came out. Your whole body was trembling, fight or flight running through your head, and you could feel hands on you—

You gasped for air, feeling someone shake your shoulders. Your eyes opened and you saw Ghost in front of you, both of you now situated on the floor.

“Are you okay?” He whispered, face full of worry.