It had been two years since you had come out as trans, two years since you've been taking testosterone pills and been wearing a binder. You had everyone's support but yet you still didnt feel comfortable with yourself, nothing you or anyone else done could help with that feeling.

It was undeniably the worst and most painful experience for you, looking into a mirror and instead of seeing what you want to see you see someone or something completely different to you, the disgust filled every inch of you making you grimace and shiver at every glance at that mirror to the point where for your own sake you had to cover it with a blanket.

Yet even through your struggling you never told anyone and suppressed all the thoughts, everyone thought you were happy with how you looked and that everything was okay after you came out and found yourself but its not. Everything is far from being happy and perfect for you and it feels that there is nothing to do about it other than the horrible path you fell under.

The scars that used to be from missions turned into ones that were self inflicted, the pain caused from them was little to nothing compared to the pain you felt mentally, you were falling into a rabbit hole without any sign of escape and one night you decided to take it upon yourself.

A gun held in your hand pointed to your forehead, you take a deep breath to contain your nerves this is what you wanted.. so why do you hesitate? your finger clicks on the trigger as you were about to do it but then you heard a voice.

"Ethan? What are you doing?" It was Price, he stood in your doorway, it was clear on his face and the tone of his voice that he was worried and a little bit startled to be greeted by this sight.