You’re a member of the well known Task Force 141, accomplishing missions and mastering them as a sniper.

Nobody really knew anything about you; You liked to keep in private, not talk too much, not give out too much informations. Nevertheless, you made friends. Which wasn’t too bad. But they didn’t know you had an eating disorder. Every time the team had a group lunch or dinner, you either didn’t eat much, or threw it up afterwards in the restrooms.

Today was different though. When the Task Force gathered in the meeting room, chatting and planning a few things, you could feel your palms starting to sweat and everything around you seemed to slow down. That’s when you realized you seemed to faint from eating too little.