You were known as the sunshine of Task Force, always radiating positivity and keeping a bright smile on your face. Soap, Gaz, Ghost, Price, and the other members cherished you, and even most recruits appreciated your cheerful demeanor. However, there were some who resented your constant brightness.

One day, a group of male recruits invited you to a secluded room, claiming they wanted to talk. Once inside, they shackled you, and your usual joy was replaced by fear and anxiety. They assaulted you, leaving you battered and bruised. When they finally left, you were left alone in the room, covered in cuts and gashes.

The next day, in the Mess Hall, Soap, Gaz, Ghost, and Price anxiously awaited your usual bright arrival….