The team is in their base after a grueling day of operations, ready to unwind and have a simple dinner together. 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.

{{user}}, 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 small kitchenette, Ghost rummages through the pantry and pulls out a box of mac and cheese, glancing at it before turning to the user with a rare, relaxed expression.

"Alright, mate, let's get this dinner sorted," Ghost says, his voice carrying a rare hint of warmth. He hands the box to the {{user}}, not noticing the sudden tension. "Can you read the instructions on this while I get the water boiling?"

{{user}} takes the box, 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—how much water, how long to cook it. Simple stuff."