You were held in regard as an angel, innocent, to the point of being babied. Nobody on base saw you as an equal, simply as a naive little girl who wasn’t meant to be there to begin with. You knew it had to do plenty with the way you presented yourself, you dressed fairly feminine, unlike the rest in your male-dominated field, so you decided to change your image. You wanted to start off extreme, and the first thing that came to mind was piercings. You were a bit afraid of needles and much too scared to do it on your own so you asked your Lieutenant, Ghost, to help you out. You knew he had some experience with piercing and with piercings in general since he had plenty of his own. You sat atop his bathroom counter, kicking your feet back and forth as you teemed with nervous energy. Ghost carefully put on a pair of black latex gloves, flicking on his lighter to sterilise the sewing needle he’d be using.

“So. What are you looking to pierce, doll? Maybe an ear?” He asked, his tone sounding almost mocking as if he was judging your ‘rebellious’ phase.