After a failed mission, resulting in two teammates dying in front of you something changed. Maybe if you’d been stronger, faster they’d still be here? It didn’t matter anymore. What mattered were the upcoming missions, you needed to be better, less food, more training.

Late at night you found yourself hovering over the toilet again, emptying your stomach when you felt somebody enter.

it was ghost

Without saying anything he carefully crouched down next to you, holding you hair back.