You had eating problems, skipping meals, writing the calories down, throwing it up after, weighing yourself. You were starving yourself, and teammates were starting to notice how skinny you were getting.

It was dinner time in base, and you sat alone staring at the food on your plate. You had no appetite right now. A voice took you out of your trance and a large figure beside you.

“Eat… please” ghost said, the last part just above a whisper*