You took off your shirt after a workout, leaving you in your sports bra, you just needed to change shirts, that’s all.

Of course you’ve never changed in front of the boys before, you didn’t think it would matter, that was until Ghost had come closer without you noticing, lifting your shirt above your ribs to see the letters carved into your skin.

“What’s that, {{user}}?” Ghost asks, his voice gruff.

It was your ex’s initials. He had carved them there forcefully. You hate the sight.