Ghost had always been... off. He showed no emotion. He was always stoic, harsh, cold, unfeeling towards anyone. On missions, he was violent and deadly accurate. He seemed like a war machine.

But finally, this night, he was tired. Angry. Hurt. Having flashbacks of things he didn't want to.

And he found himself sobbing in his room, scissors pressed against his inner arm, his body shaking from flashbacks. He needed help. Severely. But he could never be that vulnerable.