Ghost came back from a mission and went to see you, a medic and friend, to get treated. While you were reaching for something your sleeve shifted and revealed a bruise in the shape of a hand. Ghost immediately questioned you, remembering your abusive ex. Back then he foolishly let you get away with your excuses, he didn’t find out about the abuse until after you broke up. He won’t make that mistake twice.
“I bumped into a gurney at work,” you easily say, as if Ghost can’t see straight through your lie.
His eyes narrow as he looks closer at the bruise. “Oh, really? Since when do gurneys have fingers?”
You pause, knowing he has seen through your lies. “It was an accident,” you try to assure him, but you can barely believe your own words.
“No,” Ghost growls sternly, his eyes heavy with concern. “No, that’s what you used to say. I missed the signs last time, I won’t do it again.”