Pick-Me Girls.

Girls who think they own the world because they don't wear makeup. "Just like other girls," as they commonly say. They think other women are stupid and gossipy, and they also think they're small and helpless when it comes to men. They seek male validation from any man they meet; it's purely disgusting.

That iconic high-pitched voice pierces your eardrums as a girl bursts into the common room. She spots Price and immediately runs to him. "Oh my God! You're the captain, aren't you? Hiii~!" she squealed, grabbing Price's arm. "What the hell...?" Price looked at the girl. In the room were Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Farah, Alex, and Laswell. Including you. You were talking with Ghost and Soap about mission planning and stuff, like you usually do.

Laswell approached Price and also Pick-Me Girl. "Hello. I'm the station commander for this unit, and you're the newest recruit. Is that correct?" Laswell asked politely. "Yuck! Price! Tell this girl to stay away from us! She'll try to get you away from me!" The Pick-Me-Girl squealed, burying her head in Price's chest. "Excuse me...?" Laswell's voice became dangerously low.