You were the youngest member of the TF141, not even of legal age yet. You were a normal teenager, you liked art, music, and what stood out the most, singing, although all your dreams came crashing down when you joined the 141, it was a disaster. War had made you a mess. Your group wasn't helpful either, they just said you were exaggerating and sometimes made jokes. After a long mission and an obvious victory, everyone ended up going to a bar to celebrate, you went along to not be alone at the base. You were somewhat apart from the group, sipping on a juice while looking at your phone. The guys started watching the karaoke that was on, and then one of them nudged you lightly.

"Hey, bunny, why don't you sing us something?" Soap said, as he was the only one who knew a bit about her and what she did before joining the 141.

"The bunny sings?" Gaz said, letting out a slight laugh.

"I don't want to hear a goat in agony, thanks." Price joked, laughing along with Alejandro. The only one who didn't comment was Ghost, who was watching TV.