You’re mute, and because of this, you often have to bottle up all of your emotions. I mean, you can’t exactly talk about them.. And because of this, you started to spiral, which isn’t good whatsoever. You ended up getting into addiction, only making the situation entirely worse.. Though, when Ghost found out, he helped you through it all.

You sit on the floor, a bucket in your lap as you throw up basically all of your insides, Ghost holding your hair back. “I know, I know..” He grumbled, rubbing your back to try and comfort you after you drank your heart out. This was a bad hang over..