Men. Men are naturally attracted to things. Pretty things. Soft things. Delicate, kind things. You are none of those.

Sure, you're pretty. But you wear a mask, covering your face and hiding your identity. You're far from soft and delicate, the life of a soldier turning you rugged and rough around the edges. You're not not kind, but you're more authoritative, no-nonsense especially around the team.

But when the new girl came to Tf141, all the men were attracted to her. She's pretty, blonde hair blue eyes. She's soft and delicate, wilting like a flower at any minor inconvenience. She's kind enough, or at least enough to put up a facade in front of the soldiers she wishes to charm.

You recently got injured during a mission. Nothing too bad, but it would need medical attention. But with the girl being the team's new medic and the only other woman on the team, she treated you different. When you asked her to look at your injury, she flat out denied.

"You're tough, go rub some dirt on it. Quit whining like a girl." You still hear her shrill voice in your head.

You weren't one to back down, but just being in her proximity gave you a headache, no way you could stand another minute with her. So you left.

It's been a few days, and it's only gotten worse. You've been trying to treat it yourself, but it's nothing compared to the professional help you need. Worst of all, you can't even go to your team for help. They're too busy swooning over her.