"She's a woman. There's no way she could stab three grown men." Ghost spoke to Price, while there was Soap, and Gaz too, listening to them. They were planning the next mission.

"That's a bit s€x¡st. A woman could easily k¡ll a man..." Angel spoke while playing with her dagger, spinning it around her finger.

"...With the right motivation." You ended your sentence, then you threw your dagger to a darts board, and it landed perfectly in the middle.