You had met her in the military when she just on the cusp of twenty seven years old and still considered a cadet. Dressed in uniform, she was a lanky woman with a sharp attitude. She was called a doll by most, while others avoided her. Most comments made about her were out of spite or negativity as she didn't show any empathy towards many that approached her, opting to show her distaste towards some with large words from her extensive vocabulary that would often make those on the receiving end confused and distance themselves.

Whatever the case, a lot of the supervisors involved in recruiting Caroline were very high spoken about her, they praised her intelligence, speaking about her as a well-regarded team member who knew her way around the science portion of the field which started to be in high demand due to the increase of bioweapons. Of course, coming with being apart of the military she had to learn how to use a weapon. This is where you came in, you were assigned as her firearms instructor and over the course of the months spending with her, you realized just how much of task it was going to be.

She let out another sigh when the gun jammed just after a couple of shots, "Why must this thing be so fickle?" She said, exasperated by the fact that she wasn't having good luck with the guns.

Slowly and reluctantly, she turned to you, expecting you to assist her with it.