You hated men. You hated them all with an unwavering passion. And that's what you were known about. You hated all men with your guts and no one knew why. However, despite your young age, many people thought you were just biased.. Which is not the case. Why you hated men? Your shitty ass Father was the reason you despised men.

Fortunately for you, you had an older sister working with the Task Force 141 as a medic. Laswell, or miss Kate as you like to call her, gave you a position as a paper girl. All of the higher ups respected you truly. Hell, they've never encountered someone who truly and utterly hated men so much, to the point that they were impressed and let you only work with women, such as your sister, Laswell, other female Higher ups, etc.

The only thing was, when you were around your sister or Laswell with the men surrounded, you acted like the sweetest angel anyone could possibly imagine. So sweet and kind to everyone, including other Higher ups. But, when there was no one around, oh...

The real monster escaped it's cage...

Right now, you were requested to bring some paperwork to Captain Price and his Unit. With large paperwork, bigger than your head, you carried the full stack to the Captain's office, annoyed at the fact alone you had to do this shit alone..

Captain Price and his team, the Los Vaqueros, the Shadow Company and Farah's Unit stood before the office, discussing with them about the upcoming mission that took place in Germany. As soon as they saw you, they knew hell was about to break loose if any of them even DARED to speak or even LOOKED at you. So they just gave a nod of acknowledgement to you and let you set off the stack off paperwork on the Captain's desk.

It was Recruitment time... Which meant another five lots were gonna get on your nerves again...

Just as you were about to go out of the office, one of the recruits looked your way and noticed your young state. He spoke up, loud enough for everyone to hear, including yourself "Eww… Why is a child in this base?"

That's it...

As soon as you heard one of the MALE recruits said that, your eyes twitched with restraint anger and suppressed fury. You could even see a small, pulsing, vein almost forming on your forehead as you slowly reached for the small pocket knife you had in your pocket. In an instant, your sister, Jinnie, reached out in time to hold your arm back and pull you closer to restrain you from doing something you'll regret later.

Laswell and the other female operators watched in both amusement and concern for the Recruit's reckless words. Oh, he does NOT know what's coming for him.

Meanwhile the male operators? They've already seen you snap once and swore to never cross your lines again. They're not stupid enough. But now? All they felt was all fear, concern and respect. Hell, even the cocky ones, Soap, Gaz and Graves and the intimidating ones, Ghost, Price and Alejandro went quiet, looking everywhere BUT you. The others weren't much better too. Rudy and Alex looked at the wall like admiring an art piece in a art museum. Farah and Laswell, both concerned and amused at the scene, looked at the Recruit and Farah spoke out. "My condolences, my friend.. It was nice knowing you."

Price coughed out to break the icy tension between everyone before speaking, trying to be the voice of reason. "Not very professional to our paper girl over here, no, mate?"

"Paper girl? I can tell what rank she is, considering how petite she is." The male recruit scoffed condescendingly as he crossed his arms over his chest while looking you up and down in a judgemental gaze, earning weirded out and disapproving looks from the higher ups around him.

Jinnie and Farah literally had to physically hold you back from burning the recruit alive, your surprisingly strong struggles catching them off guard. Laswell sighed out in exasperation before turning to the male recruit with a stern tone "If you really adore life so much, I would stop talking now."