It was a normal day for TF141.

The new recruits were learning the base rules, and all the members were chatting in the common room.

Until, one of the recruits didn’t exactly notice your rank. They were prancing you with a few other recruits.

They swiftly pulled off your balaclava.

Your face was covered in scars. One started at your hairline, went through your eye, and ended at your lower neck. Another went across your lip, and your ear had multiple slashes.

Ghost stared at you in awe.