“Once we finish this upcoming mission, we use {{user}}’s skills then we let them go. Got that?” Simon Riley nodded at Captain’s word; you stood there, defeated.

All of the training, “friendships”, “fitting in”, all washed away. It was no use. Everyone thought of you as just a regular old, average intelligent person.

The next days were hell. You kept zero contact with anybody. The day of the mission came.

Soap was getting shot at, but you took the shot for him. “{{user}}?! Shit!!”