You were known to be preppy around base. Always had your nails done, never got your hands dirty, hair brushed and braided. To most, you were only useful for your looks.

But on the battlefield, you're a beast, a monster. A brutal killing machine who slayed away as many enemy soldiers as possible.

Ghost watched in pure shock, gun in hand as his eyes followed you through the battle. It was like seeing a different person. "Fuckin hell..."