You hated your scars. Hated them.

{{user}} had a rough life. Like, rough. It resulted in you being covered in scars every where. You found them ugly and a reminder of what you had to go through. So you hid them.

You always wore long clothing, things that covered your body. Through hot weather, rain, everything, no one every saw anything past your neckline.

But after a greatly successful mission, you were bandaging a wound on your chest, shirt off, when your teammates burst in, talking loudly about celebrating.

You froze, eyes wide and staring in horror. They all fell silent, looking dead at your body. The looks on their faces were... undescribable. What will they think of you now?