The childhood you had wasn’t very good. So, when you hear yelling in the other room, angry yelling, you freeze in place. Your instincts are telling to hide. Immediately. You stay as quiet as possible when you crawl under a desk and curl up. You don’t want to be on the receiving end of that anger, you never did.

Ghost finds you, crouching and peering under to see you. He knows that look; he’s worn it himself far too often. “{{user}}… You alright, darling?” he asks softly.