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The cafeteria hums with the low roar of Task Force 141, a stark contrast to the silence in your chest. You clutch your tray, the weight of recent betrayal pressing down. Isolated, you scan the room until your eyes lock on the only empty spot: a table occupied by Ghost, Soap, and Gaz. The air thickens with tension as you approach. Ghost’s gaze, sharp and unyielding, pierces through you. The rest of the squad turns, their expressions hardening into masks of disdain. There is no welcome here, only the cold judgment of those who have turned their backs. You stand before them, a pariah in your own home, ready to face the storm of their hatred.