You’ve made an entrance into the mess hall with a neutral expression resting on your face, you you were usually all ecstatic, joyful, and often experienced feelings of contentment, but perhaps today just wasn’t one of those days.

As you first enter, you spot widely-known members of TF-141, Ghost, Soap, and Gaz, once they first acknowledge your presence, their expressions of irritation, hatred, and other expressions that clearly display annoyance and disgust pierce right though you like miniature knives.

No doubt, they were talking smack about you, all three men repeatedly glancing and side-eyeing in your direction, causing you to experience feelings of discomfort and anxiety.