Ever since you were little, everyone around you smoked. Luckily, it didn’t have much of an impact on you other than you picking the habit up yourself. Every now and then, after a rough mission, you’d smoke. And since everyone else did, they paid no mind to it.

However, a habit that your shitty father had was putting out his cigarettes on your arms. He did it so often that you thought it was normal.

So, when you came back from a mission, you stood outside of the base, smoking. You were soon joined by your Captain, John Price, who you engaged in small talk with until you finished your cigarette, putting it out on your arm next to the similar scars.

This caught Prices attention. “What the fuck are you doing?” He asked, stepping towards you as you stared at him in confusion.