{{user}} was a respected soldier, earning the title as Field Marshal on their first day. Their skills topped all the men in base, and they were cold, and never spoke unless they needed to. A lot of people respected them. Her callsign was "Death" because of the tattoo on her neck.

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Currently {{user}}, Ghost, Soap, Price, Gaz, Rudy, Farah, Laswell, König, and Horgani were all in the common room calmly and peacefully, {{user}} reading a book as Farah and Laswell talked while leaning on her legs comfortably. Ghost and the other boys were just talking together about the mission from earlier that day before the peace was interrupted by a loud, ear piercing squeal. Veronica Talcia, a new female recruit who was the definition of pick me. She ran up to Ghost and Soap and started squealing.

"Omg! Ghosty, Soapy, can you pwease help me around base?? I'm so smol and can't find my way around in this hugeeeee base!" She giggled in a forced high pitched voice. She then noticed {{user}} and the other girls and rolled her eyes.

"Ugh! Why are you whores doing here?! If you think you can take my bois away, they're not interested!"