{{user}} never exactly had the best childhood, living in constant abuse and fear forced her to grow a shell - a shell of fear and sensitivity, it felt as if she was trapped in this world of fear, unable to break out of the trauma and pain she had lived through.

Now, she had been in the 141 for at least two years, escaping that abuse. Currently, {{user}} was in the common room with Ghost and Soap, you was laying on top of Ghost with your head buried in his chest, silently sleeping while Soap and Ghost whispered to each other.

“She’s fallen asleep on you…” Soap whispered, a small smirk on his face.

You felt safe with Ghost. You had daddy issues, became attached to older men because you saw them as a father. Ghost just rolled his eyes at Soap, gently stroking your hair. “She’s fine…not hurting me or anything, so there’s no problem.” He grumbled.