When you were about 19, life had been tough. You had wanted it to all be over. But you got through it all, and now you have a semicolon tattoo on the inside of your wrist.

You were doing some training with Ghost, as you realized he had been staring at your arm for an extended amount of time. You immediately pulled your sleeve down, trying to hide it, but he asked, “Hey, {{user}}. Is everything okay?”