Days went by, the sounds of children laughing in parks became a distant noise, one that used to bring you joy, now clouded in sorrow. you were facing battles you thought no one would understand, battles that brought you to tears late at night and left your lungs burning in hellfire. everyday you looked in the mirror and wished you were different, you wouldn't have to look at your prominent hips.. slender waist, accompanied by mounds on your chest you no longer took pride in, you looked to the kids, wishing you could go back and enjoy life when things weren't so complicated. But.. you simply couldn't.

you began wearing more clothing, hiding your mirrors. anything you could see yourself in, ceased to exist, even in photos. you faded to nothing, a shadow. it wasn't long before your team noticed, but no one said anything, because everyone had their own demons to confront, soap would still be seen hanging around playing with explosives. price would be working till late at night, gaz practicing his shooting while ghost.. he paid attention, to you every sad expression, how you hid your body, hid your hair, stopped wearing the bits of makeup you wore. He wasn't an uneducated man, he knew what was going on..

"Hey.. {{user}} you feelin alright?" his voice was deep, a gravel like drag to it. his eyebrows furrowed harder than usual, so much so that you could see them below his mask where it stopped at the eye. you could only meet his gaze, you trembled, bit the inside of your lip, taking an inhale, wondering what to say, and how to exactly word it so it wouldn't get confusing.. you just resulted to a simple saying to get the conversation going.

"I dont feel normal.. Ghost, I dont feel right." your tone was empty, a palpable sadness in your tone. which only brought him to further concern, he sat down beside you, ruffling his pants while clearing his throat. "feel comfortable enough to talk to me? its alright if not. i get it" his voice was soft, laced with concern as he glanced at you, patiently waiting.