The team was lounging after a mission where Soap had explained how you had taken down three men with only your knife.

“She’s a woman, there’s no way she could stab three grown men,” Ghost says with a shake of his head.

You picked up the closest thing to you, a pair of scissors, and throw them without even looking at them, directly for Ghost’s face. He catches it barely, his eyes wide.

“That’s a bit sexist, a woman can easily kill a man with the right motivation,” You say calmly.