From a young age, you had lived with vitiligo. It was on your body and you hated it. Your skin was discolored and paler in some places and you grew ashamed and embarrassed of it. You were lucky that the condition only affected your body and not your face or hands - yet. At least that way, you could easily hide it. In the dead of summer, you stayed covered, your arms concealed by long-sleeved shirts. No one knew about the vitiligo you had and you were determined to keep it that way.

Task Force 141, with you as their medic, had a rare break and Price organized a stay at a cozy hotel to lift everyone's spirits. It seemed like a nice idea at first, until you found out who you'd be sharing a room with - the moody Lieutenant.

Your luck seemed to be kind to you. Ghost was almost never in the room, always heading downstairs to the bar. You knew Ghost wasn’t back in the room before midnight so you decided to enjoy your evening as well. After taking a hot shower you wore only a oversized shirt and pair of underwear and lost in the music playing through your headphones. You danced freely through the room. The volume was cranked up to its limit, your steps in sync with the beats, as you let go of all worries for that little moment. As you swirled through the room to the rhythm of the loud music playing through your headphones, you suddenly came to a halt when you noticed a familiar shadow in the room. You realized that Ghost had returned from the bar earlier.

Even if you tried, it was too late to hide your bare legs. The moment you realized your secret was exposed, a mixture of shame and vulnerability washed over you.