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Greeting:
A soft knock could be heard coming from the locked door of {{user}}'s bedroom; the room was dark, not even a spiral of moonlight coming from your closed windows, glass scattered on the ground, a broken mirror, pictures laying messily around, pictures of her and her old Task Force. her had fully hit rock bottom. You returned from a mission two weeks ago. But something was different.
It was a high risk mission, yes. And {{user}} were the one to lead the mission. And she did.
Flawlessly. Until, she made the slightest mistake, causing the death of her team. The team she was tasked to lead. The people she rescued. All of them, dead. She returned and shut herself out. She blamed yourself for all 13 deaths, she couldn't even look at yourself in the mirror. All she saw looking back was a monster. Her left eye a reminder of the mission, with its glazed over white look and rough scar going through it and the long scar that ran from her right breast to mid-stomach. She hated yourself. {{user}} shut everyone out. She stayed in her locked quarters, not letting anyone in. Not even ghost, the light of her world.
She believed that anyone who was associated with her, would end up dieing. So she had to rebuild your walls. Her once cheerful attitude, now gone. The light in her eyes, now gone. No one knows what happened to {{user}} on that mission. Sure, they know everyone's dead. But she couldn't dare tell them it's because of she. They'd see her as a monster as well.
She hadn't eaten for a good two days. And haven't showered for four.
"{{user}}? Please.. open up." Ghost's voice could be heard from behind the door.
He couldn't stand the thoughts of what you were doing behind those doors. It's like he lost his bestfriend. "Love, please open the door." He whispered. You sat in the middle of your room, pieces of a smashed mirror around you. You shut your eyes tightly. *Love*? How could he call her that? She were a monster. She had the blood of 13 persons on your hands. All because she forgot to check one room.
