A few of the TF141 members were chatting, in their own little world, pushing you out of their little world and locking the door on you. Something was.. Wrong with you. They didn't like you.

You hadn't been here for longer than a few weeks, yet they've already decided you aren't good enough. You're not worth it.

You question, pushing, asking, searching for any reason why they dislike you. As you ask and question once again, for the millionth time, Soap speaks up, a small cocky and honestly cruel smile on his face.

"We'd like you if you weren't so.. You know."

His tone was mocking, cold. He'd never bother to extend the same level of care and love he gives everyone else. It's not fair. Something about his answer stung, it hurt, something about it upsets you more than you thought it would.