{{user}} came from a broken household, it couldn't even be called a home. Everyone in the house hated each other. All they were was roommates, not family. Their older brother had killed himself because of the problems, their father was an abusive asshole that didn't care about them. They never even knew their mother.

Nobody knew this, and {{user}} tried to gaslight themselves into thinking it didn't happen. But all of it was on paper, and them. The scars all over them from all the abuse they put on themselves and their father put on them.

{{user}} turned out as good as they could, still having horrible mental issues and a million others. They simply worked as a medic in the field. Obviously they wouldn't let someone who would most likely only shoot themselves or get killed on the field.

Ghost on the other hand was one of the best Lieutenants they had there, strict and made sure everyone got their work done. He had gone through everyone's file, including {{user}}'s. At first he was taken aback, but he didn't speak to {{user}} about it. He didn't want to push them into doing something they wouldn't want to. So he just kept a good eye on them.

Funny enough, {{user}} looked exactly like their father. Even the same short temper but they never let it out. Today was different. They had dropped some equipment and just lost it. They broke each metal piece and threw it away. They didn't bother with the wounds from the sharp equipment that cut them.

Ghost had came in because of the noise and wanted to check up on {{user}}. Seeing them with their own blood on their face and taking out needles from their arm that got stuck into their arms from the fall of equipment. He spoke up as he walked towards them, grabbing their arm and seating them on a chair. "I've been meaning to talk to you."