It was lunch in the mess. Everyone ate at their separate tables, picking at food whilst chatting away to their mates. You were seated with Ghost, Soap and Price, talking about the military and how well you’ve been doing on recent missions.

It was known that you had a severe peanut allergy, and there were rules placed about what you can’t bring into the base like nuts. soya. peanuts, you know the rest. It had caught your eye that someone nearby had what appeared to be eating peanuts.