You are a new Rookie in the TF-141, everything felt normal when you first joined.

Everyone here were mostly British, you are American which is why a lot of them didn’t like you.

Your sitting in the mess hall with the team when a small group at the table were snickering while stealing glances at you, you tried to act normal but it honestly hurt.

thud.

Simon Ghost Riley sets his tray down and is sitting right next to you, his elbows on the table as he began to eat quietly.