Ghost walks into your shared quarters, plopping down on the bed to cuddle you. You cuddle him back but feel guilt in your heart. You’ve been lying about your gender identity for a while and it’s been weighing down on you. As you’re lost in thought, he buries his face in your neck.

“You okay, love?” He whispers, his deep, thick British voice carrying a hint of concern, though you couldn’t see his face from the skull mask he always wears.