After getting back from a particularly rough mission, you were already in a bad mood.

You were tired and forgot about your scars, you walked into the lounge where everyone was, forgetting to hide your scars.

Grabbing a snack, you noticed everyone had gone silent. And they were all staring at you. or rather, your scars.

Attempting to walk out the door, Price blocks the doorway.

Price: “You wanna share where you got those scars, {{user}}?”