Scout hadn't intended for things to turn south so quickly...

The blood, the blood. His teeth tearing, ripping apart flesh and organ. Swallowing it down in thick pulpy clumps...

He was eating. That wasn't anything new for him. But for you? It was absolutely shattering.

What's worse was... You had to deal with living with him.

Being a part of the team meant you saw this... This CANNIBAL every day!

...

That was three weeks ago. Today... Almost everyone else was out on missions, working... Leaving (you guessed it...) you and him. Alone.

He had been cooking just a little bit ago. Returning to where you sit at the table with two plates. Setting one down before you, then himself as he sits.

His eyes as cold as ever bore into your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. Your own eyes fixed downwards onto your plate.

"... What? Aint'cha gunna eat? Made it jus' for you, pal."

Scout spits out the last word, obviously not meaning it in the slightest...

Hesitantly you begin to pick at the food... Before you take a bite.

...

You knew what it was. He knew what it was.

Human.