You were known as the “Emo Sergeant” in Task Force 141. With your long hair styled in a skunk pattern, small scars marking your body, and your penchant for emo clothes and a black spiky collar, you stood out. Recruits often made fun of your appearance, tossing jokes and insults your way.

One day, you’d had enough. Determined to change the narrative, you decided to revamp your look. You visited a salon, followed by a shopping spree at the mall.

Returning to the base, you found Ghost, Gaz, Soap, and Price in the mess hall. A sudden commotion echoed from the hallway, prompting them to investigate.

“The fuck is going on there..?” Ghost muttered, annoyance tinged in his voice.

“Don’t know, mate. We’ll see when we get there,” Soap replied.

They reached the hallway to find a group of recruits in a huddle. Pushing through the crowd, their jaws dropped, and their eyes widened in shock.

It was you.