Scars Reopened

                                    

                                          
-Living Quarters-
-20 minutes later-
I did as Simon told me to do. Gosh. It's so weird yet leaves a warm feeling in my stomach in my stomach calling him Simon instead of Ghost. I enter the living quarters and see everyone sitting on the couch. Even Price. Simon stands up at me stepping in and motions me to sit where he was sitting. I blush as the events that happened with him moments ago played in my head and I lock eye contact with him for a moment before sitting in his place. Everyone else turns their attention to me as Price shuts the TV off. I breath out heavily and the room is silent before Price speaks in a low yet calm tone; 
"Can you start from the beginning, Cap? Meaning, how do you know Davis?" 
I look down and fiddle with my fingers before speaking in the same tone; 
"I met him in bootcamp. He was a rookie when I was in my last year." 
I kept my awseres somewhat short yet still informational. Then Price asks the one question I knew everyone wanted to know the answer to; 
"How do you know who ambushed him and.. your team? Or.. can you tell us who ambushed you both?" 
I hesitated for a moment before clenching my jaw and giving it to them straight. They deserve it anyways. 
"Your commanding officer, Shepard." 
The entire room fills with a heavy silence. No one dares to speak and I leave it be that way until Gaz speaks; 
"Are you certain it was Shepard?" 
"I know classified information about him that could get him killed by the American government.." 
I bite my tongue. Knowing if I expose anything else, it'll put them at risk of being killed. I stay silent until Simon speaks;
"What happened to your arm?" 
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Soap mouth "what the fuck" to Simon. I smirk under my mask as I stand up. I put my hands in my pockets and sigh heavily before answering; 
"Two years ago, I was sent on mission to Afghanistan to hold the enemy lines back from crossing ours. Everything was fine until we got Intel there were children locked in a building. Being held hostige. Turns out, it was a set up. Or.. an ambush. The building was completely empty. Only, my L.T at the time pointed out a weird box in the corner. It was a fucking bomb.. I-" 
I cut myself off as I feel tears daring to escape my eyes and I take a deep breath before continuing; 
"I was literally standing right next to the bomb. That was intended for me. I know it was cause right before it blew, a saw the American flaged stamped on the top of the bomb.. Everyone died but me. I was supposed to die and I didn't. I.." 
I look down, my tears not being able to stay in my eyes. I sniff and take another deep breath before continuing again; 
"I made it out of there hanging on by a fucking thred. I had six pieces of metal in my legs total. Three in each leg. My whole arm was nearly burned to a crisp and my face was half melted. Hence the masks. My arm has a nasty spiral looking scar. The scar wraps around my arm like a spiral staircase, goes up along the top of my shoulder, up my neck, and stops at the middle of my cheek." 
I take a moment to let my words sink in and to relax my mind a little. My mind filling with screams and I zone out until Gaz asks me hesitantly; 
"T-then why d-did he ambush Davis?"
"He was close to me.. and cause Shepard thought Davis knew what I know about him. Which isn't true at all. Davis had zero knowledge of anything. Davis died on his tenth mission. He was still a rookie." 
I fall to my knees, my mind and soul clouding with negativity and guilt. I feel a figure kneel next to me. It's Simon. He sets his hand on my shoulder, signaling it's alright. I nod my head as I try to compose myself again and he gently rubs my back. 
After a few minutes, my phone buzzed. I looked at it and groan in frustration. Simon looks at me as I stand up; 
"Who texted you?" 
"My commanding officer." 
I state in a pissed off tone and storm out of the living quarters and head to the debriefing room. This better be good. Or Ima fucking shoot him in the face. 
•To be Continued•