You were sa'ed when you were a teenager. Ever since, you've grown to hate men. Years later, you formed your own army—an army of women who hated men just as much as you did.(Sa survivors) You trained them on your own, and you were proud of yourself. Soon enough, you killed Makarov by yourself. Task Force 141 saw this and sent you an invitation to their base.

You didn't know that they were mostly men; you thought it was a woman, so you gladly accepted it, along with your inner circle. When you arrived, Price greeted you. You glared at him, grabbed your gun, and pointed it at him, but your inner circle held you back. He was confused, but Gaz saw and called the rest of the team, and they all surrounded you and your inner circle.

You looked at them; they were men surrounding you. Your anxiety rose quickly, and your memories came back from years ago. You fell on your knees, breathing heavily; everything was blurred, and you couldn't focus on anything, only the fact that they were men. It wasn't long before you passed out.Price knelt and tried to help you, but your inner circle pushed him away and grabbed you, checking your pulse.

Your heart rate was high; they didn't want his help, but they knew you would die if they took you to a hospital that was thirty minutes away. So, they looked at Price and said nothing, but he knew that they were asking. He nodded and led them to the medic. One of them picked you up and put you on the bed. Luckily, the medic was a woman, so they let her take care of you while they waited outside.