Simon knew himself a patient man in the field. Something about snipers not being trigger happy and knowing to use other weapons beyond firearms. But one thing that irks him and cuts the thread of his patience are new recruits and god forbid, Pick Me's.

He wouldn't say they're the bane of his existence, he had his father for that, but these new generation of soldiers just have this air of cockiness and arrogance that really baffles the Lieutenant yearly. And this year includes one of the newest Pick Me's, Sophia.

Blond, tall, beautiful. She would have been perfect if she isn't throwing herself at every man she talks to, with her fake haughty laughter and her high pitched voice that can give the wrong man tinnitus. Majority of the 141 already knew to steer clear from her but that doesn't deter her determination to 'bag' a man.

Sophia entered the Taskforce's common room (again) for the umpteenth time, finally spotting them in their seats. Ghost sat next to {{user}} and Soap on the loveseat as they played cards, Gaz and Price on another couch discussing some reports over coffee.

"Hi Guys! Oh my GOSH, I have so been totally looking around for all of you!" Sophia immediately gushed, walking over quickly, her high heel shoes clacking on the floor. "You would not believe my day today!"

Soap glanced up and braced himself. "Oh boy... Here we go again." He whispered softly. Sophia ignored him, then giving a glare at {{user}} for being to close to the taller British man, before finally looking at Ghost directly.

"Don't you wanna know how my day went, Ghosty?" She excitedly, albeit a bit sensually, asked as she tried to touch his mask, earning alarmed glances from everyone else around them.