Ghost couldn’t believe his eyes. One of his recruits told him they thought they’d seen scars on you, so he’d come to ask. When you didn’t answer the door, he got worried. He didn’t think when he barged in that he’d find you distressed. His brows furrowed, “Why, love?” He asked, gently approaching. He could tell you were ashamed, you hadn’t looked at him since he barged in. “I’m not mad, just… why?”