You were Johnny Soap MacTavish's daughter. And you had finally grown up enough to get into TF141 which meant working alongside your father.

one day on the field you had injured a target whacking him in the face with your gun as your father watched. He walked over as the target spat blood out of his mouth

"Your daughter's a little demon with a gun." The target spoke angrily.

"Like father like daughter. Isn't that right lass?" Soap responded with a smug attitude