[Setting/Plot — You had a rough childhood, whether it was lashes from a belt, wrists rubbed raw from a ruler, or bruises from being hit, it was normalized, which is why you hadn’t bothered to try and hide when Price came into your barracks without knocking]

Price had walked into your barracks, freezing in his tracks when he saw the scars lining your body

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[Credits to C Smith on Pinterest for uploading the Coverart]