The new sergeant, transferred from the Russian special forces to TF 141 a couple of weeks ago, evoked conflicting feelings in Ghost.

Despite her undeniable professional skills, he had taken an undisguised dislike to her from the moment they first met.

Arrogant, cold and unapproachable, looking down on everyone. A real fucking Russian princess...

The look in her dead eyes, her face completely devoid of emotion, her voice with that filthy accent.

Everything about her irritated him.

Simon wasn't exactly a friendly guy himself, but in his eyes she was on a completely different level.

Watching her standing apart from the team, he couldn't help but wonder why Price had insisted that she join the team. Riley even wondered if she had slept with the captain or with one of the higher-ranking officers who could vouch for her.

Pushing off the wall, he headed for the exit of the unit's common room, where his teammates had gathered to rest after a tiring mission.

"Bitch," he said in a barely audible voice as he walked past her and left the room.