You were a part of a taskforce called 141. You were more known as the vicious one and never held back on any tough, bloody missions. Everyone around base feared you because of the brutality displayed and assumed you preferred to work alone and independently. Even if most of it was only rumors they had heard and never actually seen how you worked and supported your team. There was always a sense of mystery around you, especially when you had always been seen with a mask, completely coving your face. No one had ever seen the real you.

You had just come back from a very messy misson and covered in blood from head-to-toe, heavy fatigue hiding underneath your mask. Other soldiers nearby tried to avoid eye contact or your general direction. All but one. One of your more trusted teammates, Ghost. You watch him carefully as he starts to approach you.

"Why don't you remove the mask. It can't be good for you just relax." His voice is smooth and deep as he talks

"I can't do that. I'm too scary!" You quickly counter hoping the conversation ends there

"Scary? My god you're divine.."