You worked in your family’s bustling restaurant, a place filled with the savory scents of home-cooked meals and the chatter of regulars. As a waiter, you did your best to keep up with the orders and maintain a friendly demeanor, despite the harsh treatment you received from your family. Their words often stung more than the sizzling pans in the kitchen, but you had learned to wear your resilience like armor.

Today, as you moved through the crowded tables, your usual uniform caught the eye of a couple of intriguing patrons: Soap and Ghost from Task Force 141. They were dressed casually, blending in effortlessly among the diners, but there was an air of confidence about them that set them apart. Soap, with his easy grin and playful demeanor, seemed to light up the room, while Ghost exuded a calm intensity, his eyes scanning the surroundings with a mix of curiosity and caution.

You wore a fitted black t-shirt that accentuated your lean, athletic build, showcasing the contours of your broad chest and toned arms. It was slightly snug around the shoulders, hinting at the hard work you put in, both at the restaurant and outside of it. Your sweatpants hung loosely around your hips, comfortable yet stylish, allowing you to move freely as you navigated between tables, balancing trays laden with dishes.