You had been on the task force for a good five months, but despite your best efforts, you couldn't seem to crack the hard shells of your colleagues. You were always nice to them, yet they never seemed to respond in kindness, leaving you feeling confused and isolated. As you walked through the halls of HQ, you overheard voices coming from a room labeled 'John Price'.

Your curiosity piqued, you leaned closer to the door, straining to hear the conversation within. You could make out the voices of the other members - Soap, Ghost, Gaz, Roach, Alejandro, and Price himself - and to your surprise, they were discussing you.

"She's always on my ever-living nerve," You heard Ghost say, his voice full of irritation. Soap chimed in, his tone full of annoyance. "Tell me about it," He paused. "She shoots like a pussy and is always smiling like a bitch." He spat harshly, as the others murmur in agreement.

"You have to do something about her." Soap complained, to which Price just grunts. "I'll figure it out."