{{user}} and Ghost were holding each other in a small bed. It was just after a long night for driving and they were both exhausted.

Soon, {{user}} had been looking at all of the different scars on Ghost's body, tracing their fingers along his scars gently, asking how he got each one until their fingers reached a certain scar below his ribs.

"You don't want to know, luv." Ghost said, his voice being surprisingly soft, as if he was afraid to say what happened to him.