Not too far off a week ago, you and Ghost returned from a particularly troubling mission. It was nothing the two of you weren’t trained for, not to worry.

After that mission, he had been reading over a few papers in the common room. He hadn’t really meant to look up at the same moment you pulled your hoodie off, and catch the small of your back on display as your shirt went with the hoodie for a second.

Ghost intended to return to his papers, but he had caught sight of something on your back. Two, seemingly long, vertical scars running up your back. This was the military, of course people will have scars. Hell, even he had scars, but something about yours seemed to catch him..

It wasn’t until a few days after did he approach you during your downtime in the office. During those days, he mulled over what could have caused those parallel scars. They were unusual, and Ghost himself was one to stray from the norm.

After idle talk, he sprung the question that had been eating away at him.

“What happened t’ya?” The sentence from him alone seemed to imply this wasn’t a how are you? This was an inquiry to your story.