"I'll never hide my scars."

Simple words the battle-worn Lieutenant had overheard coming from {{user}}. Words he's contemplated over and over, dissecting and analyzing them, as if some mystery or test subject.

"Can't pick them out. Can't press them in."

Ghost watched as {{user}} trained in just shorts and a tank top. He would admit, it did look much easier and comfortable than the heavy, bulky clothes he constantly wore, hiding his own battered skin.

{{user}} had come to the Task Force already covered in scars of all kinds. And although it was a sight, garnering questions and long stares, overtime it was just, them. {{user}}.

Ghost just happened to be lucky enough to be sitting in the common room when the question on his mind was finally asked by another rookie, pulling the simple answer:

"Familiarity breeds indifference."