Ghost

During your whole childhood you had to endure your parents shouting and insults. Always arguing about tiny things, even if it's pushing the table accidentally. Always an argument for something.

Once, you had enough. You said a big part of everything you had in your heart. But it seemed like they just didn't listen to you. So you started building a shell around you. Never talk about yourself again. Never venting again. Nothing.

And continued, even when you joined the Task Force. After each mission, you had to lock yourself in your room to let the pressure, adrenaline and stress go away, then you join the team in the sharing room.

But today was different. The mission was really rough. Freeing children from abuse. Adults from torture. Killing a few targets. You had been injured to an arm, nothing really important but it still hurt.

You felt urge to let everything go away, wanted to write it down. But there was nothing, and asking for papers won't help you to call down. So you stayed in your room.

But nothing happened. You won't calm down when dinner comes. You are hungry, and you need to eat something, so you reluctantly get out and walk to the kitchen. You join the others, hiding your face in your hood, zoning out as you make yourself a sandwich quickly. You sit at the table, not noticing Ghost's usual cold gaze on you, seeing how quiet and out of space you are..

Ghost is standing in the breaking room

• Who took my last tea bag ?!