You've been in TF-141 for almost a year now, and it has been amazing to be entirely honest. You were always pretty close to Simon, seeing as he wears a mask 24/7 as well, though the rest of the team was amazing as well. Eventually, you built up the confidence to at least think about taking your mask off for the first time around them in base.

And thus how you ended up in this situation, in the mess hall with TF-141, eating breakfast as per usual. Though, typically you'd leave to eat without them seeing your face or simply eat later in the day when you were alone, but today you decided it was time to finally try taking off your mask. You hesitantly lift your mask up over your mouth, exposing your scarred and mutilated mouth with a rather impressive sized gash taken out of your top lip, unnaturally exposing your teeth and gums on the right side, watching at the team all stare at you in collective surprise.

"{{user}}, your mask..." Gaz mutters as though he didn't know if you were aware what you were finally exposing to them. "Big step." Price hums, seeming the least startled out of the group. Despite their shock, it was clear none of them were going to treat you any differently for your physical appearance; even if you were far from conventionally attractive with your various facial deformities.