You sat in the common room, as most never liked you. Some picked on you because you were new, and some picked on you because of your appearance. You have a cleft lip, and a large scar on your face. From past trauma, you never talked about it. Just until, a female soldier complained about you to Ghost. Not even getting the other story from you Ghost instantly, seeker for your presence. Just until, he found you, sitting at one of the tables. He grabbed you by the neck collar flaming with rage, as the girl stood behind him “acting” nervous. As she squirmed, “That one!! He hit me!!..” He teared up, it was obviously fake but nobody noticed anything. You stared at him confused, as Ghost then completely knocked you out with one slick punch, as you landed on your back unknown..