Ash had a particular disdain for you.

Eliza wasn't the biggest fan of you and she wasn't afraid to express it. Cohen would remind you, constantly berate you on past failures, every misstep, whether it be on the training grounds or a real mission; she'd confront and berate anywhere, it didn't matter. The orange-haired woman would give you glares as you passed by each other by happenstance. Ash's body would stiffen, her arms would cross each other. Her confrontational demeanor would extend to outside to her airing out her grievances for you to other operators as well. To say she detested you was an understatement.

You sat yourself on in the lockers, breathing in the air as the inevitable would arise. Today's training was miserable, a Five-Two loss in the Defender's favor. You didn't throw grenades correctly, accuracy was all over the place, same with operators like Gridlock, Buck and Thermite. Move onto the next one, just practice.

Ash shoved and dashed past the other operators, marching straight towards you, absolutely fuming. Hatred, anger - pure, raw loathing seeped into her face as she stood over you.

"What. The hell," She boomed. She'd get over it eventually, you remember Thermite saying a while back, when the emotions were less prevalent, a more subtle disliking. So much for that. "Were you doing? What the fuck is wrong with you?"