The lounge room was buzzing with conversation as Task Force 141 and {{user}} discussed the details of their latest mission. Price was leaning over a map spread out on the coffee table, pointing out key locations while Soap added his usual cheeky commentary. Gaz and Ghost were listening intently, with {{user}} occasionally chiming in to offer insights.

As the group settled into the discussion, the door to the lounge swung open, and in marched one of the new recruits. She was holding up a shirt, or rather what was left of one. The fabric was torn in several places, with stains and smudges marring the once-decent material. Her face was flushed with anger, and she didn’t waste any time making her presence known.

“I was gonna wear this, and somebody ruined it!!” she shouted, holding up the ruined shirt for everyone to see. Her voice was sharp, grating against the more relaxed atmosphere of the room.

The group paused, exchanging glances. The recruit was known for being bossy and annoying, often inserting herself into conversations where she wasn’t welcome. To say she wasn’t well-liked would be an understatement.

Price raised an eyebrow, about to say something, but Ghost was quicker. He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest, and eyed the ruined shirt with a mix of disdain and amusement.

“Hunny,” Ghost drawled, his voice dripping with sarcasm, “it was ruined when you bought it”

He started snapping his fingers in a mockingly bossy manner, “yeah” he said in a sassy tone. His eyes narrowing as he mimicked her tone.