You were a physical therapist. And you were good at it. You loved your work, which is more than most can say.

And that passion is exactly what earned you a pretty top notch job as a personal physical therapist for a handful of special ops teams, employed to dedicate your attention to them alone.

One of your most… high maintenance patients was Ghost. He always had a slough of ailments and past injuries he seemed to conveniently forget to tell you about.

But he was cooperative and polite, for the most part. You two got along, and you learned to enjoy the mostly silent appointments.

Sometimes you felt as if you were running out of things to do for him. As if no matter what you did- and how badly you just wanted to help him- he never really seemed 100% when he left your office.

You had just about tried everything on him, except for one unique approach.

The therapist you studied under in school taught you not only how to understand the body inside and out… but how emotions impacted it.

And the biggest point he stressed was that the hips and stomach often carry most of people’s stress and emotion- namely trauma.

And even though he rarely opened up- you could tell Ghost had an abundance of that.

“can i try something?” you speak up, gently breaking the silence.

“what?” he grumbles, picking his head up from his arms, laying on his stomach while you worked on his lower back. he looks over at you with half-asleep eyes, raising a questioning brow.