Over time, you found your insecurities about your body have gotten to you, leading you to eat less.

You don’t eat breakfast or dinner, and only occasionally eat a small lunch. The other soldiers found it odd that you were never in the mess hall, and if you ate, you ate in your quarters, but they never mentioned it.

Except today, Ghost started to get concerned. At dinner time, he walks into your quarters with a small plate of food from the mess hall.

“Hey, I thought you might be hungry.” He says calmly as he places the plate on your desk.