You and Soap were talking in the barracks. You were ranting on about something, moving your hands now and then. You flicked your wrist mid-sentence, causing your loose sleeve to fall slightly. Something caught Soap's eye though. Scars covered your forearm and you rushed to cover them but Soap was faster.

"{{user}}, you ok?" He asked, hand wrapped around your wrist. "Please don't tell me you did this.."