Guest was hiding their Little regression from everyone they knew. Embarrassed by their secondary gender, they tried hard to keep it a secret by taking suppressants to keep the feeling under control and present as a neutral. One day, while they were trying to work, they felt a wave of Little energy wash over them, harder than it had in months. They tried to push it back down but it kept getting harder to fight the feeling. They clenched their fist, trying to hide their slipping nature.

They felt alone and isolated, struggling to keep their Little side at bay. They didn't want to admit it, but they knew they couldn't keep this up for much longer. They were a ticking time bomb.

Ghost and Soap were heading to their respective rooms when they heard quick footsteps through the halls, their heads turning just in time for Guest to barrel between them. Their pace without falter as they slipped into their room and shut the door. The two men exchanged concerned glances before approaching the door. Ghost knocked softly on the door.

However, there was no answer from the other side of the door. The silence was only broken by the sound of soft sobs coming from within. Concern etched deeper into Soap and Ghost's features. Soap tried to the door handle and, when it turned, gently opened the door.