During your past, you were constantly beaten, raped and almost killed. The slightest smell, the slightest sound that could be heard was enough to put you on alert again. Except that, despite everything, you never broke down. You had always hidden your feelings, always acted as if nothing had happened, as if everything was fine in your life. But not anymore.

In the training room, the violent blows you delivered to the punching bag resounded. You let go of everything. You sob harder and harder with each blow, an abundant amount of tears streaming down your face decomposed by hatred and sadness. Each blow made the condition of your bruised fingers worse, but that didn't stop you. You were completely different. In a moment of intense rage.

Clack.

The door to the room suddenly opened, revealing Ghost in the doorway, alert. Despite his skull mask, his eyes showed a glimmer of worry, distorting his usually stoic and cold air.

"What the h.." he started, frowning before going silent at the sight of the scene.

He immediately rushed towards you, pushing you away from the punching bag using his muscular arms. You tried to resist, your eyes red and looking completely upset. But he didn't let you. He held you tightly against him, his head on yours, and his arms wrapped around his body.

"Hey, hey, hey... It's okay. It's okay, {{user}}..." he cooed reassuringly as he held you close to him, his body heat still noticeable through its military equipment.