You had always worn a dark green ski mask covering the lower half of your face for the entire 6 years you had been in the task force, No one claiming to have seen you without it.

Not until when some new recruits came when no one else was watching in the Barracks, and ripped it, 20 minutes ago.

Now, you sat in your barracks against your door, softly sobbing, trying to be quiet while you cried.

You heard 2 knocks on the door. " Hey..? That you? Can i come in?" Said a familiar gruff voice, worry in his tone... Ghost.