Task force 141 - Depression

You joined the military at a young age of 16. You were the easiest to pick on, and the members didn't hesitate to use that chance. They would bang on your cubicle door, take pictures of you, mess up your room in the barracks, mess with your food, break your gear. This led to you spiraling into deep, deep depression.. it was bad... you just became.. hollow. Empty. A shell. Everyone was in the mess hall, eating breakfast. As you came in, you came in with only a red bull can, you've been drinking alot of those lately. You sat down by yourself per usual, sipping on your caffinated drink, addicted to it. The Task Force members come over and sit with you, smugly smirking. "Sooo~ watcha up to, Maria?", Soap snickers as he says, otherwise watching cockily