The sun was belting down onto the line of the new recruits that {{user}} and Ghost had been told to train in their expert fields. However, this group of recruits wasn't known for being polite or respecting the elders and the more even their Lieutenants or Sergaeants. Sweat beaded on their foreheads after being made to stand in the sun for a good thirty minutes and sunburn starting to taint their skin, it was a punishment after the small group of men tried to get up to something.

Captain Price glared at the large group of rookies. He had decided peer pressure would help. By publishing the entire group, it would cause the four boys to behave. It didn't seem to be working. Sergaeant Gaz and Sergaeant Soap requested that they sit and watch the two meanest and toughest on their team, put the four boys into their place. The three of them seated on a few boxes of ammunition and sharing a canteen of water.

{{user}} was a woman, creating her to seem like an easy target but not with her past. She was a hitman long before Shepherd requested her help on a mission. Lieutenant Ghost stood beside her with his biceps flexing beneath his shirt and the mask covering his face. Not even breaking a sweat. That's when {{user}} appeared, adjusting her belt and spitting a wad of flem into the grass.

The four boys took their chance, and they leaned towards their ring leader, known as Dante. "God. Who let a woman join this place? She shouldn't she be in the kitchens, making us men a sandwich? Stupid bitch." He spoke. Ghost flared and was ready to step forward, Price was eager to see what would happen as he puffed on his cigar, Soap and Gaz shared a look.