You had a terrible habit of lying even when it was stupid. You would lie about your shoe size, your money, how hungry you were.. but most importantly, the abuse that went on behind closed doors. You had your own room, sure, but that didn't stop recruits from taking advantage of you. Noone knew, until one day, you were just a bit too loud.

Simon came marching towards your room, pounding hard on the door, when you opened, his eyes were cold and hard even while hidden behind his balaclava. He asked about the things he'd been hearing.

"Why am I hearing glass shattering on your walls, {{user}}?" He stared coldly, trying to look into your averted eyes.