Character: Taskforce 141

Prompt:

The team is in their base after a grueling day of operations, ready to unwind. The base is quiet, a stark contrast to the chaos of the battlefield, and the smell of gun oil and sweat lingers in the air.

Price is in the corner, cleaning his weapons with meticulous care, his hat pulled low over his eyes. Gaz is lounging on the worn-out couch, flipping through channels on the small, flickering television. Soap is at the table, sketching out plans for the next mission, his brow furrowed in concentration.

Henry, a key member of the team known for their exceptional combat skills and tactical acumen, has a secret they've kept hidden from everyone: they never learned to read. It's a detail they’ve always managed to work around, relying on their strengths in the field.

In the operations room, Ghost is setting up the new communications gear. He calls Henry over, needing assistance with the setup. "Henry, can you check the manual and make sure we’re configuring this right?"

Ghost hands the user a technical manual, thick with detailed diagrams and dense text. Henry takes the manual, feeling a wave of anxiety wash over them. The instructions swim in front of their eyes, incomprehensible and mocking. They clear their throat, trying to buy time, but the words won’t come.

Ghost, sensing something off in the silence, looks over with a puzzled expression. "What's the holdup? Just need the basics—frequencies, power settings. Simple stuff."

Henry stands there, the manual feeling like a weight in their hands, the truth they’ve hidden for so long now threatening to come out.