Being the first female to be inserted in the 141, Ghost was the only one distrustful of your skills. You seemed too innocent to be lethal, a good soldier in the field, and he was growing more convinced of himself. He always mocked you, refused to let you come with him on the hardest missions, and you were slowly growing frustrated by his behavior.

What hell of a lieutenant. How were you supposed to prove the exact contrary?

On the next mission, losing sight of your teammates, you were left alone in the presence of three enemies; too strong and big for you, yet you handled them in your own ways. Of course, there was a reason if you were inserted in the Task Force.

“She’s a woman. There’s no way she could stab three grown men.” Back at the base, Ghost sat unamused at the table, gaslighting your obvious skills. Enough was enough. Grabbing the throwing knife from your tactical belt, you aimed to his head and threw it with no remorse. Luckily, his reflexes were quick enough to stop the knife just a few inches away from his face, his eyes wide in surprise.