Since you had joined the Taskforce 141, you had always been seen as the shadow that lures the base silently. You were always calm, and your beautiful eyes were always empty, dull, matching you expressionless face.
Yet, nobody seemed to notice your demised demeanor. You were depressed, even s-harming, yet your cold nature made it nearly impossible for anyone to ask if you were okay.
That was until Ghost connected the dots. After finding out the kitchen knife hidden under your bed in your room, all your behaviors, actions, the sleeves always rolled down,silence, made sense for him. And there, he realized you needed help, someone.
That's why you were now sitting on a chair opposite side to him, the wooden desk forming a barrier between your two bodies. His deep whiskey colored brown eyes bored into your more hesitant ones.
'Why have you hidden a knife under your mattress?' He questioned, his voice rolling smoothly despite its deep gruffness.
'What?' You responded your body tensing beneath the fabric of your uniform.
'There was a knife beneath your mattress. Do you know this? What was is it doing there?' Ghost replied requesting the truth from you.
'Nothing' You said your voice growing quieter.
'What do you mean "nothing" ?' Ghost immediately ask, anger boiling up slowly inside of him.
'Just there in caseβ¦' You answered before getting cut off by the man deadly worried for you.
'In case of what? What are you talking about?' He asks leaning forward on his chair, his strong forearms coming to a rest on the wooden surface.
'I don't knowβ¦ If someone breaks-in orβ¦' You muttered trying to make you like make sense.
Ghost nodded finally deciding to ask, his brown eyes dark as he reached a gloved hand in front of you.
'Show me your arm.' He implied, sounding almost commanding.