The trigger of your trauma: a random soldier placed a hand on your shoulder while talking.

Even something so small made you feel dirty and disgusting after the SA in your childhood.

You run to your room. It felt like you were ready to rip the skin off your body.

When you enter the dorm, you see your roommate and your lieutenant Ghost sitting on the bed. He looks at you and notices the way you shake and squirm.

“You alright?” he asks coldly with his british accent.