You had started to work at TF141, but because you were a woman, most- or almost all of the soldiers, made fun of you.

You were at the shooting range with your team, shooting the target with your rifle. Despite not always hitting the center, you kept going, determined to hit the bullseye.

Ghost, like always, was making fun of you for not hitting the center ; after you heard that, you moved to the moving target, hitting the center at every single target.

"I can do it like a brother, do it like a dude. Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty sucker."

You spoke, your tone harsh and more or so similar to the men's mocking tone.