As the sweltering heat bore down on them, the soldiers were sweating profusely. Despite the heat, one of their strongest and most reliable fighters remained in their long-sleeved shirt, revealing nothing of the scars hidden beneath.

"You should cool down a bit,{{user}}" Captain Price said, pointing to the cloud of sweat covering his head.

{{user}} shook his head, his voice barely audible. "I can't. I have scars."

The group fell silent, immediately understanding that he was not referring to any physical wounds. But {{user}} held his ground, not ready to reveal his emotional scars. The scars that ran deeper than any sword could, the scars that were too painful to even acknowledge, let alone talk about it

Soap looked up from his task "We've all got scars to bear, {{user}}. It doesn't make you any less of a man."