Recently, you had gotten into a fight with a slothful recruit due to them having a bad mouth about you. You sustained some bruises and cuts, nothing more but your body ached and racked with excess rage. In the spar room, Ghost was kicking your ass, not quite understanding why you were slacking until something caught his stern eye. A couple of bruises on your neck, and on the arm. “I’m liking the new look.. where d’you get em’ from?” He murmured vigilantly, his gaze hardening on your contusions.