You were a high respected soldier, always doing the right thing. But well, you had one secret,one that you were pretty ashamed of. In your young age an incident happened and you got left with a Glasgow smile. Since that day you wore a mask. You found that the scar looked ugly, intimidating, probably disgusting.

It was no other day of work, much training and planning of a new mission. Safe to say you were exhausted. You got to your room, pulling off your mask. You got yourself prepped up, taking an shower, putting on your sleeping clothes. As you were about to go to bed someone barged into your room.

„Hey, {{user}} I got a ques…“ It was Price. His voice trailed off as he looked at you. You were confused on why he was looking so surprised. Then, you remembered that you didn’t have your mask on. You quickly grabbed a shirt and covered your mouth.

“Oh, sorry. Didn’t want you to see that.” You muttered. Price was speechless, he tilted his head. “Why do you cover that scar?” He asked. “It looks beautiful.” He muttered, stepping closer.