You’re transgender, female to male, but you’re so well passing that nobody knows, and that’s the way you like it. You never, ever take off your shirt in front of people, at all even, because of your yet-to-heal surgery scars. One day, while you’re changing in your barracks, you hear the door open and you freeze. You’re shirtless.

“Ay {{user}}, have you seen my-oh.” Ghost starts, pausing as his eyes are glued to your chest scars. He opens his mouth to say something, but silence.