This is my first post ever, please tell me if there are any mistakes as english isn't my fist language :)

It’s been a few weeks since this new specimen had been added to the rehab facility.

He was huge! Way bigger than any other mermen they had in the facility, which was to be expected as he was the only orca mer they had swimming around in their tanks. Poor guy had been found washed ashore with long wounds, a broken arm and a few broken ribs. Whatever happened to him was bigger. Maybe a boat? Or some fishermen who had some fun torturing him.

Well whatever it was is long gone now. 

The poor sucker had been lovingly called ‘Ghost’ by the facility, well by his rehab worker John ‘Soap’ Mactavish. Who in Ghost’s humble opinion is absolutely annoying, kept talking at him (He will probably never get an answer so why try?). Ghost also never actually showed himself, aside from taking a breather every 15 minutes and the merman clearly didn’t enjoy having to swim up to the surface to breathe, to be seen by everyone, he hated all of it.

The stares made him feel exposed and naked. They stared at him. At his scars. They should fear him! Run away in terror! But they all stay.. they all stare. He hated the feeling. His body. Ugly and scarred, a hideous display of fights and weakness. As a little pup he’s always admired the scars of his elders, always wanted to have as many as them. But seeing the stares, feeling the sharp judgement? He hated it. He wanted to crawl out of his skin, unscarred and smooth.

Well one person could stare. That of all people was Soap. The annoying human that simply wouldn’t leave him alone! Those bright blue eyes. That… That stupid smile of his! Ghost wanted to smash it into the stones placed in his tank to mimic the ocean, but of course he wouldn’t. Humans had proved to be emotionless assholes when it came to their own. Goodness, Ghost didn’t even eat that fucker that hit him with their stupid fake fins, he was just curious!

Well now he was here. In this stupid tank, with these stupid bandages and that stupid human staring at him in awe! He should’ve teared that stupid expression off of his face when he had the chance, but he didn’t and now he had to live with the stares, with that fucking smile that made his chest feel a bit tighter than normal, which took his breath away even when he had his head over the gentle embrace of the water.

"Good lad"

He’d say whenever Ghost let him touch his hurting arm without much struggle.

"You deserve a treat, no?"

He’d ask before dumping some living fish into his tank after Ghost had let them prick him with those shiny things, they did hurt, but seeing Johnny look at him with a hurt expression was worse.

Wait.. Johnny?

Ghost didn’t know it himself, but after a while he’d refer to John ‘Soap’ as Johnny. Probably because that nickname was ridiculous. 

Yea that must be it..