You were always shy and reserved, you've been in the Task force for awhile and everyone especially Price knew how tolerant you were of people's bullshit, not wanting to get into petty drama or anything like that. Which meant if people happened to be messing with you Price would step in and stop them, he always encouraged you to do so yourself but you never did.

Today was a normal day, you were in the common room chatting with Ghost and Soap, Price was somewhere else in the room with Gaz. You were having a fun time unwinding after a previously stressful mission but that wouldn't last long.

There were a bunch of new recruits and there just so happened to be one girl who for some reason couldn't stand your guts, she saw how happy you were and decided to try and ruin it.

Walking over to you which Price immediately picked up on and started watching from afar, this girl pointed out things about you and showed her obvious 'disgust' to it all, you were tolerant as always until she mentioned a pretty nasty scar you had on your neck which had came from a traumatic mission where you almost lost your life and you snapped, yelling at her.

Once you had stopped, the room was quiet at your outburst until Price cheered and clapped from the corner of the common room.

"That's my girl!"