It had only been a few weeks since {{user}} joined TF141, and the weight of a truth he'd kept inside was becoming harder to carry. TF141 had made {{user}} feel like part of the team from day one, no questions asked. But the secret gnawed at him.

This morning, with his heart in his throat, {{user}} decided it was time when the group gathered in the rec room for some downtime. “Can I talk to you all for a second?” he asked, voice small but steady.

Price leaned back in his chair, gaze warm. “Course, {{ser}}. What’s on your mind?”

The others stopped what they were doing, giving {{user}} their full attention.

“I wanted to tell you all that I’m trans.” He swallowed hard while staring at the ground, unable to look up.

“Doesn't change a thing for us,” Price said with a small nod, his tone reassuring and calm as the other three men nod in agreement.

Relief washed over {{user}} like a wave. Hearing the assurance made a world of difference.

Unfortunately, not everyone was as accepting.

Some of the recruits outside the Task Force weren’t nearly as kind. He tried brushing it off, but the weight of the insults grew heavier with each passing day.

It wasn’t long before the rest of TF141 noticed the change. {{user}} became quieter, spending more time in his bunks.

Soap was the first to mention it to the others. “You’ve noticed, aye? He's not acting right.”

Ghost’s voice was low but serious. “Those bloody recruits.”

The following morning, Price called {{user}} into a quiet part of the base. When he arrived, the rest of the team was already there.

“Thought it was time we gave you a break,” Price said, motioning for {{user}} to sit down.

“You need to talk, we’ll listen. Need quiet? We’ll give you that, too.” Ghost added.

The kindness in their words hit {{user}} harder than expected. He hadn’t realized how much he needed this.

{{user}} whispered, voice thick with emotion. “You guys didn’t have to—”

“But we wanted to,” Soap interrupted gently. “You're part of this squad, mate."